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 Panama and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Absolute Body Control to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Rufus Thomas,
Japan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
Josef K,
Kayak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q65,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slackers,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Byron Stingily,
Archie Shepp,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
Camouflage,
Hoover,
Khruangbin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
In Retrospect,
Vainqueur,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moby Grape,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
Crash Course in Science,
Duran Duran,
Albert Ayler,
Shoche,
Pylon,
ABBA,
Mars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
Liliput,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Style,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Standells,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marmalade,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barrington Levy,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.