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 Belgium and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 UT to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
U.S. Maple,
Khruangbin,
Crooked Eye,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bob Dylan,
Absolute Body Control,
Masters at Work,
Guru Guru,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare,
Con Funk Shun,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mummies,
Hoover,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Junior Murvin,
Sugar Minott,
E-Dancer,
Icehouse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
kango's stein massive,
The Remains,
Circle Jerks,
David McCallum,
Rufus Thomas,
Pere Ubu,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Shadows of Knight,
June of 44,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Wyatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Max Romeo,
The Birthday Party,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
Roger Hodgson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Parry Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
Jandek,
Wally Richardson,
Television,
Kurtis Blow,
The Busters,
Babytalk,
Youth Brigade,
Rakim,
The Associates,
Swans,
Newcleus,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.