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 Georgia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Susan Cadogan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Dead C,
Fluxion,
the Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product,
The Dave Clark Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q and Not U,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed,
R.M.O.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tears for Fears,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
The Invisible,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks,
The Toasters,
Intrusion,
The Names,
Stetsasonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lucky Dragons,
Young Marble Giants,
The Associates,
Buzzcocks,
New Order,
Michelle Simonal,
Pole,
Gang Starr,
Patti Smith,
Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
Arthur Verocai,
Tubeway Army,
Warren Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Darondo,
The Skatalites,
The Busters,
Magazine,
Procol Harum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
One Last Wish,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.