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 Maldives and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
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 synthesizer 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ohio Players,
EPMD,
Albert Ayler,
Toni Rubio,
Aloha Tigers,
Marine Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
New Order,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bauhaus,
Black Bananas,
Henry Cow,
The Smoke,
Yaz,
Second Layer,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cramps,
Dead Boys,
Country Teasers,
Idris Muhammad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Accadde A,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blake Baxter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scientists,
John Foxx,
The Walker Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Black Dice,
Metal Thangz,
Smog,
Johnny Clarke,
Index,
Blancmange,
David Axelrod,
Yazoo,
Livin' Joy,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang of Four,
A Certain Ratio,
Leonard Cohen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barry Ungar,
Adolescents,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Association,
Masters at Work,
Minor Threat,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.