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 St Lucia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Con Funk Shun to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Henry Cow,
Television,
Buzzcocks,
Pagans,
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter and Kerry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fall,
Harry Pussy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Invisible,
Eddi Front,
Franke,
Kas Product,
Mandrill,
Underground Resistance,
Minny Pops,
Little Man,
Roxy Music,
Harmonia,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slits,
Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
Erasure,
Junior Murvin,
EPMD,
Soft Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rod Modell,
Zero Boys,
ABC,
Eden Ahbez,
New Age Steppers,
Minor Threat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Intrusion,
Sixth Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pierre Henry,
June Days,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
Massinfluence,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang On A Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amazonics,
The Offenders,
Panda Bear,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.