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 Madagascar and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Accadde A to the jazz 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Rotary Connection,
Connie Case,
Barry Ungar,
One Last Wish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Hood,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultravox,
Grey Daturas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jawbox,
Television,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Black Moon,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
AZ,
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pylon,
Rod Modell,
Sister Nancy,
Yaz,
Fluxion,
Whodini,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Lightning Bolt,
The Searchers,
Massinfluence,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young,
Kas Product,
Cymande,
Ice-T,
Yazoo,
Aswad,
Bob Dylan,
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed,
Monks,
Lakeside,
The Smoke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
B.T. Express,
Interpol,
Dark Day,
Y Pants,
Essential Logic,
The Slackers,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.