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 Nepal and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Jawbox to the crunk 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Fad Gadget,
The Skatalites,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gun Club,
Procol Harum,
Rakim,
Nirvana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Reuben Wilson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
The Evens,
Motorama,
Main Source,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
Camberwell Now,
Youth Brigade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Saccharine Trust,
Connie Case,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Starr,
Aswad,
Sonic Youth,
Brand Nubian,
The Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Panda Bear,
Eli Mardock,
Terry Callier,
Cheater Slicks,
Television,
Intrusion,
The Cramps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cal Tjader,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gladiators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
The Searchers,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABBA,
John Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mojo Men,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.