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 United States and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Funkadelic to the electroclash 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Scion,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Association,
Main Source,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül II,
Tubeway Army,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oneida,
The Trojans,
Neu!,
Yellowson,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Bourne,
The Young Rascals,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skriet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
F. McDonald,
June Days,
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Angry Samoans,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
The Techniques,
Minutemen,
Lalann,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ken Boothe,
R.M.O.,
Q and Not U,
Cheater Slicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ornette Coleman,
Saccharine Trust,
Fad Gadget,
Davy DMX,
Theoretical Girls,
OOIOO,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hashim,
Rosa Yemen,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
Sarah Menescal,
Ossler,
Fatback Band,
Pulsallama,
The Gladiators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.