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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
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 linndrum 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the punk 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aswad,
Fugazi,
Severed Heads,
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ice-T,
Skaos,
Alphaville,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pierre Henry,
Junior Murvin,
Zero Boys,
Black Pus,
Infiniti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q65,
Fatback Band,
Liliput,
Tears for Fears,
Kayak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Section 25,
Hoover,
Bobby Sherman,
Niagra,
H. Thieme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang of Four,
Siglo XX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express,
The Index,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
Clear Light,
MC5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June Days,
Charles Mingus,
Darondo,
Little Man,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
48th St. Collective,
Joey Negro,
Rekid,
Colin Newman,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gories,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Freddie Wadling,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.