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 Tonga and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Subhumans,
Arab on Radar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
Susan Cadogan,
Los Fastidios,
Black Bananas,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
Essential Logic,
Erykah Badu,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tubeway Army,
Morten Harket,
Skarface,
Black Moon,
PIL,
New Age Steppers,
The Misunderstood,
Mars,
Jeru the Damaja,
JFA,
Nils Olav,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
These Immortal Souls,
Nik Kershaw,
ABC,
Parry Music,
The Fugs,
Sugar Minott,
Bob Dylan,
Archie Shepp,
Isaac Hayes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Grass Roots,
Soul II Soul,
Infiniti,
Smog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Green,
Moebius,
Scratch Acid,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
Barrington Levy,
Moby Grape,
Maleditus Sound,
Kayak,
The Names,
Dorothy Ashby,
Motorama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boredoms,
Cluster,
Brick,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.