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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Adolescents to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Standells,
Circle Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
Trumans Water,
Danielle Patucci,
Fugazi,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
Shoche,
Little Man,
Rufus Thomas,
Funkadelic,
The Sonics,
Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed,
Terry Callier,
Thompson Twins,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronan,
Sam Rivers,
Bluetip,
Brass Construction,
The Martian,
Hardrive,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liliput,
Black Bananas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fear,
Steve Hackett,
Thee Headcoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Victims,
Don Cherry,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
Scientists,
The Toasters,
Maurizio,
Kaleidoscope,
Sandy B,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gichy Dan,
Black Flag,
Country Teasers,
Bronski Beat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Negative Approach,
Lindisfarne,
Quando Quango,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.