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 Togo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Minutemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Sound,
The Toasters,
Nas,
L. Decosne,
The Neon Judgement,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
Yaz,
Anthony Braxton,
Procol Harum,
Maurizio,
The Beau Brummels,
Carl Craig,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bob Dylan,
Tres Demented,
Tom Boy,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eli Mardock,
Malaria!,
The Slits,
Oneida,
Mo-Dettes,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
Kas Product,
Wire,
Alphaville,
Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Organ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liliput,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Duran Duran,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
F. McDonald,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Motions,
Theoretical Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moebius,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül II,
Accadde A,
Steve Hackett,
Basic Channel,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Sneak,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
Half Japanese,
Saccharine Trust,
the Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.