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 Brunei and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Zapp to the crunk 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Kas Product,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Cale,
Audionom,
Gong,
The Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Royal Trux,
Man Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
Ronan,
Crooked Eye,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oblivians,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül II,
Boz Scaggs,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano,
Brick,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monochrome Set,
Camberwell Now,
Fad Gadget,
Deepchord,
Spoonie Gee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
48th St. Collective,
PIL,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Lower 48,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacob Miller,
Surgeon,
Prince Buster,
Robert Görl,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Au Pairs,
Khruangbin,
Sixth Finger,
KRS-One,
Mantronix,
The Pretty Things,
The Happenings,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.