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 Luxembourg 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Trumans Water,
Scientists,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Y Pants,
Jandek,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Real Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fortunes,
the Normal,
David McCallum,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül,
Black Bananas,
Delta 5,
Cheater Slicks,
Erasure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
China Crisis,
Das Ding,
Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Aloha Tigers,
The Last Poets,
Make Up,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nils Olav,
Arcadia,
Black Sheep,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
Unrelated Segments,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter & Gordon,
New Order,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
Boz Scaggs,
Morten Harket,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crime,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
Sällskapet,
Minor Threat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.