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 Argentina and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Cluster to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Easy Going,
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Sheep,
the Human League,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Womack,
Slick Rick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Mills,
Sam Rivers,
Icehouse,
Colin Newman,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
Nik Kershaw,
Can,
John Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
The Cowsills,
The Raincoats,
Byron Stingily,
The Tremeloes,
EPMD,
Warsaw,
The Kinks,
Ossler,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pretty Things,
Roger Hodgson,
The Grass Roots,
Funkadelic,
Black Moon,
cv313,
Au Pairs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!,
Model 500,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Searchers,
Inner City,
Robert Wyatt,
MC5,
a-ha,
Shuggie Otis,
Von Mondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Monolake,
The Last Poets,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.