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 Kiribati and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Scion to the jazz 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Joyce Sims,
Susan Cadogan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Starr,
H. Thieme,
Funkadelic,
MDC,
The Neon Judgement,
Rotary Connection,
Howard Jones,
The Happenings,
Toni Rubio,
The Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ponytail,
Minnie Riperton,
Procol Harum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Birthday Party,
X-Ray Spex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Evens,
The Zeros,
B.T. Express,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
Radio Birdman,
Public Image Ltd.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultra Naté,
48th St. Collective,
Pere Ubu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cymande,
Roxy Music,
The Black Dice,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
Pierre Henry,
Babytalk,
The Barracudas,
The Raincoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Wells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brick,
Prince Buster,
Malaria!,
Ten City,
The Smoke,
Fugazi,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.