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 New Zealand and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Mars,
The Motions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Juan Atkins,
Intrusion,
Max Romeo,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gabor Szabo,
The Invisible,
Aural Exciters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
Davy DMX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deadbeat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Byrd,
Fear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Au Pairs,
The Move,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mission of Burma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantytec,
The Stooges,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
David Bowie,
Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Country Teasers,
The Leaves,
Skriet,
Funky Four + One,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
R.M.O.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500,
The Residents,
Loose Ends,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fatback Band,
Nirvana,
Isaac Hayes,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Bourne,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.