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 Samoa and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharoah Sanders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Hot Snakes,
Cal Tjader,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul,
Man Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Music Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Pierre Henry,
Sugar Minott,
Quadrant,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tubeway Army,
Altered Images,
Japan,
The Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Connie Case,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Loose Ends,
Swell Maps,
Outsiders,
Sam Rivers,
Ultra Naté,
Stereo Dub,
Donald Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Dolphy,
The Busters,
the Association,
Piero Umiliani,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pagans,
Glenn Branca,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stiv Bators,
Smog,
Patti Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alphaville,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Scan 7,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ossler,
Donny Hathaway,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.