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 Slovenia 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the electroclash 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Derrick May,
Godley & Creme,
UT,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultravox,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Marshall Jefferson,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin,
Michelle Simonal,
Sister Nancy,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput,
John Lydon,
Essential Logic,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Clarke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius,
Massinfluence,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cramps,
The Motions,
World's Most,
Mars,
48th St. Collective,
China Crisis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
Nas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grauzone,
Alton Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Neu!,
The Kinks,
Absolute Body Control,
Depeche Mode,
Deakin,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Green,
Sight & Sound,
Scientists,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Mills,
B.T. Express,
Soft Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.