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 Uruguay and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Janne Schatter to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Index,
The New Christs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q and Not U,
David Bowie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Half Japanese,
The Raincoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
Sun Ra,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
Lyres,
Wire,
Tears for Fears,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
H. Thieme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
CMW,
Robert Görl,
Chris Corsano,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Joy Division,
DJ Style,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül,
John Coltrane,
Magma,
Slave,
The Fuzztones,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Jerry's Kids,
Jawbox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Piero Umiliani,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gong,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Bar-Kays,
Brick,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
Nils Olav,
The Vogues,
Franke,
Nas,
Harry Pussy,
John Holt,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.