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 Peru and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Funky Four + One,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young,
Eric Dolphy,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gap Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-102,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lyres,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Bananas,
Oneida,
John Foxx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monolake,
David Bowie,
New Order,
The United States of America,
Excepter,
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
The Names,
Fat Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Todd Rundgren,
Graham Central Station,
Sight & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Technova,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABC,
Peter & Gordon,
Motorama,
June Days,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare,
Niagra,
Andrew Hill,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantaleimon,
Unrelated Segments,
Silicon Teens,
The Pretty Things,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.