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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roxy Music to the punk 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Neon Judgement,
Main Source,
The Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cluster,
Sarah Menescal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arcadia,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Accadde A,
The Fall,
Maurizio,
The United States of America,
Don Cherry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Byron Stingily,
the Association,
Wolf Eyes,
MDC,
Blake Baxter,
Grauzone,
Joensuu 1685,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Agitation Free,
Faust,
The Pop Group,
DNA,
Ultravox,
Bang On A Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül,
Nico,
Fear,
Public Enemy,
Pole,
Parry Music,
X-102,
Panda Bear,
Khruangbin,
Spandau Ballet,
AZ,
Basic Channel,
Cymande,
Sex Pistols,
Gabor Szabo,
Shoche,
Desert Stars,
John Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Sister Nancy,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.