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 Honduras and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wolf Eyes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Kinks,
Black Sheep,
The Busters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Eric B and Rakim,
Model 500,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
Ohio Players,
U.S. Maple,
The Doors,
Unwound,
Magazine,
Drexciya,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Goldenarms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gong,
The Slackers,
Bobby Byrd,
Amazonics,
The Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kurtis Blow,
the Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
EPMD,
The Detroit Cobras,
Toni Rubio,
Little Man,
Heaven 17,
The Count Five,
David Axelrod,
Delta 5,
Ice-T,
Al Stewart,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
Graham Central Station,
Byron Stingily,
Quando Quango,
Smog,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
Mission of Burma,
Terry Callier,
The Residents,
10cc,
Desert Stars,
Excepter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hot Snakes,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.