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 Vanuatu and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Donny Hathaway to the rap 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Man Parrish,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
Erasure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bluetip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
Metal Thangz,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
The Birthday Party,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
The Real Kids,
Josef K,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Y Pants,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Wells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
Grauzone,
cv313,
The Human League,
The Happenings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Kinks,
Wire,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Make Up,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dennis Brown,
Hardrive,
Camberwell Now,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shuggie Otis,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
Japan,
JFA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
Marvin Gaye,
Skriet,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.