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 Japan and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bad Manners to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Gap Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Dolphy,
T. Rex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry's Kids,
Moby Grape,
Pantaleimon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deakin,
Avey Tare,
Flipper,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cure,
The J.B.'s,
Peter & Gordon,
Aaron Thompson,
Malaria!,
Deadbeat,
The Dirtbombs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Star Department,
The Beau Brummels,
Moss Icon,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warren Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Young Marble Giants,
Organ,
Cal Tjader,
Wally Richardson,
Boredoms,
Marvin Gaye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slave,
DNA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
The Fortunes,
The Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Second Layer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Motorama,
The Music Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mr. Review,
Heaven 17,
John Foxx,
Michelle Simonal,
Davy DMX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.