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 El Salvador and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Funkadelic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Todd Rundgren,
Silicon Teens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Juan Atkins,
Malaria!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
Lindisfarne,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
The Standells,
Pole,
Bush Tetras,
kango's stein massive,
Kas Product,
Zapp,
The Martian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mantronix,
Minutemen,
Dave Gahan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Human League,
Moebius,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Rufus Thomas,
Funky Four + One,
Bob Dylan,
Circle Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
Scientists,
Half Japanese,
Roxy Music,
Motorama,
Anakelly,
Clear Light,
New Age Steppers,
10cc,
Henry Cow,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.