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 Argentina 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Section 25 to the electroclash 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Robert Görl,
Spoonie Gee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABBA,
Kenny Larkin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chrome,
The Motions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Dolphy,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Stooges,
Cal Tjader,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra,
Bauhaus,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Light Orchestra,
World's Most,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slackers,
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Symarip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Index,
Quantec,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Barrington Levy,
Ice-T,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mars,
Wings,
The Fall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
The Selecter,
The Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amazonics,
Smog,
Animal Collective,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.