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 Greece and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Massinfluence to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Josef K,
Tim Buckley,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Byrd,
JFA,
Derrick May,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Copeland,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Patti Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Near,
Sixth Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
MDC,
Eden Ahbez,
K-Klass,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxy Music,
Gong,
The Busters,
Saccharine Trust,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slave,
Con Funk Shun,
Loose Ends,
The Pop Group,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
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New Order,
The Birthday Party,
Metal Thangz,
Slick Rick,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
UT,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Swans,
Moby Grape,
Skaos,
Hashim,
The Velvet Underground,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ossler,
Blancmange,
KRS-One,
Dawn Penn,
Quando Quango,
Henry Cow,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
Flash Fearless,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas,
Mars,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.