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 China and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thee Headcoats to the rock 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Mark Hollis,
Dual Sessions,
Magazine,
Interpol,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Aaron Thompson,
Alton Ellis,
Ten City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
Lungfish,
Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
Gichy Dan,
Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
D'Angelo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Fear,
Scion,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Hood,
L. Decosne,
Kenny Larkin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Silicon Teens,
Archie Shepp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rosa Yemen,
Malaria!,
Pussy Galore,
a-ha,
Moby Grape,
Darondo,
Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delon & Dalcan,
Max Romeo,
Liliput,
Average White Band,
Severed Heads,
Dorothy Ashby,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jandek,
Gang Green,
Warsaw,
Royal Trux,
Derrick Morgan,
Quadrant,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.