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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 X-102 to the rock 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT,
Fat Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul II Soul,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eurythmics,
Fatback Band,
Eddi Front,
Alphaville,
Rod Modell,
Camouflage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delta 5,
Dual Sessions,
Lower 48,
New York Dolls,
Piero Umiliani,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quantec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Clear Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Model 500,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sex Pistols,
JFA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kas Product,
Jacques Brel,
Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suburban Knight,
Flipper,
The Five Americans,
Donny Hathaway,
Minor Threat,
The Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Yellowson,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
Howard Jones,
Aswad,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blackbyrds,
Silicon Teens,
The Tremeloes,
the Sonics,
Liliput,
the Human League,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.