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 Korea South and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Dead C to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs 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?
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sam Rivers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Görl,
Man Parrish,
Black Flag,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak,
Ultra Naté,
Tres Demented,
Barrington Levy,
The United States of America,
The Evens,
The Litter,
Anthony Braxton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
L. Decosne,
Mars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Con Funk Shun,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL,
Little Man,
The Vogues,
Lindisfarne,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Starr,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five,
Scrapy,
Can,
Yellowson,
Wings,
Mr. Review,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smoke,
Toni Rubio,
Dual Sessions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Holt,
The Knickerbockers,
Fluxion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
Rapeman,
Idris Muhammad,
Outsiders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Near,
Goldenarms,
Faraquet,
Donald Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantytec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boredoms,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.