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 Djibouti and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 The Last Poets to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Rundgren,
Lower 48,
Wolf Eyes,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxette,
T.S.O.L.,
Nico,
Grey Daturas,
Symarip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Hashim,
Mo-Dettes,
Malaria!,
The Star Department,
Organ,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
Main Source,
Donald Byrd,
The Associates,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fluxion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Janne Schatter,
The Selecter,
Cluster,
The Gladiators,
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust,
Byron Stingily,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Birthday Party,
Motorama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
Stiv Bators,
Urselle,
Amon Düül,
Con Funk Shun,
Bad Manners,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grauzone,
Peter & Gordon,
Drexciya,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.