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 Chad and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Archie Shepp,
Stiv Bators,
The Stooges,
Grey Daturas,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
Main Source,
Sparks,
Unrelated Segments,
Zapp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant,
FM Einheit,
The Vogues,
L. Decosne,
Curtis Mayfield,
H. Thieme,
Von Mondo,
EPMD,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Make Up,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
Magazine,
Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
CMW,
Buzzcocks,
The Leaves,
Whodini,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gladiators,
Fela Kuti,
10cc,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
The Happenings,
Albert Ayler,
Bob Dylan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Subhumans,
The Blackbyrds,
PIL,
Eurythmics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Beau Brummels,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deadbeat,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.