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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Vainqueur to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wire,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
Pagans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
Mo-Dettes,
LL Cool J,
World's Most,
The Residents,
The Cure,
The Real Kids,
Masters at Work,
the Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June of 44,
Sight & Sound,
Deepchord,
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scratch Acid,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Make Up,
Bad Manners,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Alton Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arab on Radar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ice-T,
Hasil Adkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wings,
The Barracudas,
The Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
KRS-One,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.