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 Sri Lanka and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Gang Green to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Adolescents,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers,
Roger Hodgson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
D'Angelo,
Stereo Dub,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
The Music Machine,
K-Klass,
The Durutti Column,
Neu!,
The Angels of Light,
Eddi Front,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faust,
Eli Mardock,
L. Decosne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crash Course in Science,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gichy Dan,
Television,
the Bar-Kays,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Anthony Braxton,
The Raincoats,
The Black Dice,
Duran Duran,
Oblivians,
Procol Harum,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mr. Review,
Darondo,
Magma,
Saccharine Trust,
Toni Rubio,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Style,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slave,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.