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 Morocco and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Trumans Water to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mummies,
Ten City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Depeche Mode,
Brothers Johnson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moleskins,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Hill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
One Last Wish,
Mad Mike,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
New Order,
Ice-T,
48th St. Collective,
Rapeman,
The Golliwogs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lightning Bolt,
Ituana,
The Saints,
Erasure,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Theoretical Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gladiators,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dave Clark Five,
Livin' Joy,
Chris & Cosey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pylon,
The Skatalites,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ken Boothe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Steve Hackett,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terry Callier,
Eddi Front,
Lalann,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Moon,
Masters at Work,
Sex Pistols,
The Star Department,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.