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 Jordan and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the techno 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Magma,
The Pretty Things,
Zero Boys,
Loose Ends,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Near,
Ohio Players,
Porter Ricks,
Main Source,
Crooked Eye,
Tubeway Army,
Charles Mingus,
Smog,
Pylon,
David Bowie,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Sherman,
Arthur Verocai,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
Pussy Galore,
The Martian,
Q65,
Sex Pistols,
Deadbeat,
Rekid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wire,
UT,
The Cowsills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
The Victims,
Das Ding,
Wally Richardson,
Chris & Cosey,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Velvet Underground,
Duran Duran,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
cv313,
The Vogues,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
Television Personalities,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
DJ Sneak,
Jacob Miller,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doobie Brothers,
Josef K,
Make Up,
The Names,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.