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 Denmark and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Absolute Body Control to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Easy Going,
Kayak,
F. McDonald,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Parrish,
CMW,
The American Breed,
Ken Boothe,
The Techniques,
Scan 7,
Fela Kuti,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
The New Christs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Amazonics,
Harmonia,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liliput,
Albert Ayler,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yazoo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
JFA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moebius,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rekid,
Fat Boys,
Rapeman,
EPMD,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
Sugar Minott,
Bluetip,
China Crisis,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Qualms,
Panda Bear,
Janne Schatter,
Black Pus,
the Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
The Barracudas,
The Gories,
Bush Tetras,
Erykah Badu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.