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 Bahrain and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kayak to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moleskins,
Tommy Roe,
Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yusef Lateef,
CMW,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
JFA,
Parry Music,
Bob Dylan,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
The Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tears for Fears,
Ornette Coleman,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Trojans,
Lungfish,
Brick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tubeway Army,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
The Barracudas,
Cybotron,
Zapp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Saints,
Prince Buster,
The New Christs,
The Moody Blues,
The Neon Judgement,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bluetip,
Deadbeat,
Goldenarms,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
Rekid,
Kurtis Blow,
The Grass Roots,
Pantytec,
Blancmange,
Bobby Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris Corsano,
Basic Channel,
Absolute Body Control,
Sight & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.