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 Lebanon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 David Bowie to the funk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Ohio Players,
Deepchord,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Flag,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Görl,
Yazoo,
Outsiders,
The Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Malaria!,
The Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cymande,
Alphaville,
World's Most,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
AZ,
Porter Ricks,
Chris Corsano,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Youth Brigade,
Josef K,
DJ Sneak,
Hasil Adkins,
Arab on Radar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
D'Angelo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Fraelich,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Ituana,
The Toasters,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
Funky Four + One,
Black Sheep,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion,
Warsaw,
Joe Smooth,
The Star Department,
H. Thieme,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Wyatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Bowie,
Pierre Henry,
DNA,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.