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 Antigua and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric Dolphy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Smoke,
Todd Rundgren,
Agent Orange,
The Last Poets,
The Searchers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eddi Front,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar,
Mr. Review,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
Goldenarms,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gap Band,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monolake,
E-Dancer,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eli Mardock,
Stetsasonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalann,
Juan Atkins,
Scion,
Average White Band,
Erasure,
Mark Hollis,
Lyres,
Livin' Joy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Wyatt,
Mantronix,
The Fuzztones,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
Altered Images,
Idris Muhammad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Slits,
Wire,
Donny Hathaway,
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tom Boy,
kango's stein massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultravox,
Metal Thangz,
Young Marble Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.