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 Turkmenistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sight & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang of Four,
Deakin,
B.T. Express,
China Crisis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
kango's stein massive,
Kayak,
Soul II Soul,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Style,
Black Pus,
The Durutti Column,
The Move,
Unrelated Segments,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amazonics,
Juan Atkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
The Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sarah Menescal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shoche,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alice Coltrane,
Scion,
10cc,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stereo Dub,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Guru Guru,
David McCallum,
Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Altered Images,
Ultra Naté,
Sällskapet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hot Snakes,
The Litter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Normal,
The Invisible,
Absolute Body Control,
X-101,
Accadde A,
Lungfish,
Half Japanese,
David Axelrod,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.