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 New Zealand and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Matthew Bourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Sonic Youth,
The Stooges,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liliput,
The Durutti Column,
Subhumans,
Stetsasonic,
Von Mondo,
Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
The Knickerbockers,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
Q65,
Black Moon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Duran Duran,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Womack,
Heaven 17,
E-Dancer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-102,
Aswad,
Sparks,
Livin' Joy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Red Krayola,
Fatback Band,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
Goldenarms,
Warren Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Cymande,
Harmonia,
Eurythmics,
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fuzztones,
X-101,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
Index,
The Dead C,
LL Cool J,
Con Funk Shun,
Glambeats Corp.,
Negative Approach,
The Litter,
The Fall,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.