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 Albania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Doobie Brothers to the dance 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
K-Klass,
Bobby Sherman,
Rapeman,
The Barracudas,
The Motions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Al Stewart,
Simply Red,
Young Marble Giants,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pylon,
Alton Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
D'Angelo,
Archie Shepp,
Blossom Toes,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantytec,
Aswad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
JFA,
Barbara Tucker,
Marmalade,
Funky Four + One,
Boogie Down Productions,
KRS-One,
Tubeway Army,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Osbourne,
L. Decosne,
Fugazi,
The Smiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Normal,
Funkadelic,
Black Sheep,
H. Thieme,
Blancmange,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
Slave,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Slits,
Henry Cow,
The J.B.'s,
Terry Callier,
The Vogues,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.