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 Ivory Coast and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Popol Vuh to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Harry Pussy,
Eurythmics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
The Alarm Clocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Velvet Underground,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
Camberwell Now,
One Last Wish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Byron Stingily,
Rosa Yemen,
F. McDonald,
Absolute Body Control,
Main Source,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Golliwogs,
Scrapy,
Franke,
Ken Boothe,
Wasted Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Newcleus,
the Normal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Loose Ends,
Barry Ungar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ludus,
Dual Sessions,
ABC,
Can,
Joyce Sims,
Harpers Bizarre,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magma,
The Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Outsiders,
Marc Almond,
The Searchers,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Bowie,
Hoover,
Gong,
Minnie Riperton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Animal Collective,
The Cure,
Arcadia,
Sam Rivers,
Crime,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.