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 Luxembourg and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
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 Barbara Tucker to the jazz 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Lynne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blackbyrds,
Nico,
Clear Light,
Essential Logic,
Television,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Icehouse,
Peter and Kerry,
Severed Heads,
Panda Bear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
Bush Tetras,
Man Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cameo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Human League,
Make Up,
Jeff Mills,
Rufus Thomas,
Harmonia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Axelrod,
Michelle Simonal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Black Moon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spandau Ballet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masters at Work,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme,
The Mojo Men,
The Busters,
AZ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Human League,
The Invisible,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
Guru Guru,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.