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 Israel and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Dark Day to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
UT,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
Gong,
Surgeon,
Half Japanese,
Laurel Aitken,
Depeche Mode,
Make Up,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Young Rascals,
a-ha,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rotary Connection,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Terry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
D'Angelo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hoover,
Metal Thangz,
the Germs,
Bill Near,
MC5,
Theoretical Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pagans,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Age Steppers,
The United States of America,
Little Man,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Red Krayola,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skarface,
Avey Tare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aloha Tigers,
Hasil Adkins,
Cybotron,
Second Layer,
Dennis Brown,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.