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 Tonga and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Rites of Spring to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Desert Stars,
Charles Mingus,
The Associates,
The Cure,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
Popol Vuh,
Organ,
Roxette,
Albert Ayler,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lyres,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Offenders,
Bobby Sherman,
Section 25,
The Five Americans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fluxion,
Crime,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joyce Sims,
Janne Schatter,
Eurythmics,
Deakin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nirvana,
The Victims,
Ludus,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Christie,
The Names,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultravox,
The Fortunes,
The Fuzztones,
Saccharine Trust,
Mars,
Faraquet,
The Evens,
Surgeon,
Los Fastidios,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Infiniti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.