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 Seychelles 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yusef Lateef,
Talk Talk,
The Real Kids,
Adolescents,
Deakin,
Arab on Radar,
Lalann,
Section 25,
Amon Düül II,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra,
Grauzone,
Main Source,
Charles Mingus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes,
Basic Channel,
Lower 48,
James White and The Blacks,
The Vogues,
Terry Callier,
Bill Near,
Derrick May,
Andrew Hill,
The Dead C,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
AZ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Godley & Creme,
Quantec,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythm & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Japan,
the Bar-Kays,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moebius,
UT,
The Gladiators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Germs,
Country Teasers,
Hashim,
The Cure,
John Foxx,
The Saints,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.