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 Micronesia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 F. McDonald to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Fraelich,
Harpers Bizarre,
Panda Bear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crooked Eye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stiv Bators,
Peter and Kerry,
kango's stein massive,
Japan,
Depeche Mode,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Cell,
Motorama,
X-102,
MC5,
Neil Young,
Mantronix,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang of Four,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warren Ellis,
Smog,
Reagan Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Glenn Branca,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Magma,
Lightning Bolt,
FM Einheit,
Yazoo,
Matthew Halsall,
Oneida,
Monolake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Fugazi,
Cecil Taylor,
The Raincoats,
Todd Terry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.