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 Ivory Coast and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Boz Scaggs to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
Magma,
LL Cool J,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
Camouflage,
E-Dancer,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
New Age Steppers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ice-T,
Zero Boys,
The Vogues,
Goldenarms,
In Retrospect,
Marmalade,
The Moody Blues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Silicon Teens,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Fraelich,
Wings,
Don Cherry,
Talk Talk,
The Neon Judgement,
Symarip,
June Days,
Visage,
MDC,
Barrington Levy,
Average White Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Stooges,
Absolute Body Control,
Darondo,
Byron Stingily,
John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Blancmange,
Boredoms,
Tommy Roe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wolf Eyes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quantec,
The Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.