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 Turkmenistan and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 The Happenings to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bush Tetras,
Infiniti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Almond,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Terry,
Sight & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mandrill,
John Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Soft Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Graham Central Station,
Severed Heads,
Terrestrial Tones,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Ituana,
The Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül,
John Foxx,
48th St. Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Newcleus,
Sixth Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Negative Approach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
In Retrospect,
Ten City,
Mark Hollis,
Scan 7,
The Trojans,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
Spandau Ballet,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
Davy DMX,
Flash Fearless,
Yellowson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monks,
Cymande,
The Cure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Theoretical Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Alison Limerick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.