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 Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Curtis Mayfield to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Althea and Donna,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television,
Reuben Wilson,
Cal Tjader,
Severed Heads,
Jawbox,
kango's stein massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sex Pistols,
The Techniques,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
Fugazi,
Babytalk,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fire Engines,
The Standells,
JFA,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shoche,
Mantronix,
The Gladiators,
Glenn Branca,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks,
Organ,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Black Dice,
The J.B.'s,
Arcadia,
Shuggie Otis,
Warren Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Rufus Thomas,
Marvin Gaye,
Surgeon,
The Last Poets,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.