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 Andorra and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 the Swans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
Morten Harket,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mark Hollis,
Procol Harum,
Harmonia,
Severed Heads,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lyres,
Eve St. Jones,
Royal Trux,
Massinfluence,
Kerrie Biddell,
K-Klass,
Pantytec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Desert Stars,
Duran Duran,
T. Rex,
Scratch Acid,
David Axelrod,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Trumans Water,
Guru Guru,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Khruangbin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Copeland,
Icehouse,
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-102,
Isaac Hayes,
Hardrive,
Chris & Cosey,
Crash Course in Science,
Funkadelic,
Joe Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David McCallum,
Freddie Wadling,
EPMD,
The Residents,
The Stooges,
Supertramp,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
Moebius,
New York Dolls,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.