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 Guatemala 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Porter Ricks to the funk 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Faust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agent Orange,
Ludus,
Rosa Yemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Rundgren,
Erykah Badu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quando Quango,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T. Rex,
Flash Fearless,
Panda Bear,
The Grass Roots,
Black Flag,
World's Most,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
Harmonia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Sheep,
Jandek,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crash Course in Science,
Skriet,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swans,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
Nils Olav,
Little Man,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Misunderstood,
Severed Heads,
Sight & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Mills,
Slick Rick,
Graham Central Station,
Funky Four + One,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dennis Brown,
Maurizio,
Technova,
Radiohead,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Angels of Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Terry,
Wally Richardson,
The Gories,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.