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 Thailand and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Marc Almond to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pretty Things,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television Personalities,
Youth Brigade,
Roxy Music,
Ohio Players,
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Hill,
The Wake,
Jacques Brel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
In Retrospect,
Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deakin,
The Fortunes,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
Section 25,
Chris Corsano,
Ornette Coleman,
The Searchers,
Quadrant,
Model 500,
Davy DMX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Niagra,
Brand Nubian,
June of 44,
Thompson Twins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suburban Knight,
The Smiths,
The Move,
Moss Icon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wolf Eyes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Style,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.