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 Portugal and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 FM Einheit to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Pagans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yellowson,
The Leaves,
Junior Murvin,
Ohio Players,
Chrome,
Aural Exciters,
JFA,
Joey Negro,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fuzztones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
Nico,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra,
Byron Stingily,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Pus,
Wolf Eyes,
Kenny Larkin,
Deepchord,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Idris Muhammad,
Brothers Johnson,
The Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Liliput,
The Sound,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
Zapp,
Urselle,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX,
The Associates,
the Swans,
Dead Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stetsasonic,
K-Klass,
Goldenarms,
The Residents,
Nirvana,
The Invisible,
Groovy Waters,
Quando Quango,
Sixth Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sex Pistols,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.