Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Haiti and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing OOIOO to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Nas,
Juan Atkins,
Television,
Bang On A Can,
The Angels of Light,
Supertramp,
F. McDonald,
Mo-Dettes,
Sugar Minott,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lee Hazlewood,
Babytalk,
Jacques Brel,
Black Flag,
Marvin Gaye,
KRS-One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smoke,
Pole,
The Walker Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Young Rascals,
The Happenings,
The Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sex Pistols,
Ronnie Foster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Darondo,
Joe Finger,
Surgeon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans,
Spandau Ballet,
Anthony Braxton,
Scratch Acid,
K-Klass,
ABC,
Prince Buster,
Robert Görl,
Eric Copeland,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Associates,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
Alice Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Ice-T,
Sexual Harrassment,
Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
JFA,
R.M.O.,
Cecil Taylor,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.