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 Mongolia 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the disco 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Sight & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nirvana,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Quando Quango,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Circle Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Bang On A Can,
Laurel Aitken,
DNA,
Essential Logic,
Joey Negro,
Idris Muhammad,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Wake,
Stereo Dub,
Schoolly D,
Heaven 17,
Mad Mike,
The Mojo Men,
Black Flag,
Inner City,
The Count Five,
Mandrill,
Nils Olav,
The Moleskins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
Ronnie Foster,
Technova,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
Qualms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fugs,
Black Moon,
Buzzcocks,
The Doors,
The New Christs,
Yazoo,
Radiohead,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minny Pops,
Pulsallama,
The Smoke,
Royal Trux,
The Dirtbombs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Cluster,
10cc,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
Todd Terry,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.