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 Libya 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Buzzcocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry,
Ken Boothe,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scrapy,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
Warren Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Second Layer,
the Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yazoo,
Rekid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glenn Branca,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
Magma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David McCallum,
the Association,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Saints,
the Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Heaven 17,
Technova,
Roger Hodgson,
Model 500,
Terry Callier,
B.T. Express,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alton Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Blossom Toes,
Fat Boys,
Cymande,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Copeland,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Josef K,
Boz Scaggs,
a-ha,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Stooges,
Lower 48,
Funkadelic,
the Sonics,
Japan,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.