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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Easy Going to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter and Kerry,
The Busters,
New Age Steppers,
the Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
Minnie Riperton,
the Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Yusef Lateef,
The Velvet Underground,
Mr. Review,
The Red Krayola,
Peter & Gordon,
The Shadows of Knight,
June of 44,
Excepter,
T.S.O.L.,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deepchord,
John Foxx,
The Dirtbombs,
Scion,
Maleditus Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eddi Front,
The Leaves,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
One Last Wish,
Godley & Creme,
Brass Construction,
Index,
Accadde A,
The Trojans,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warsaw,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grauzone,
Inner City,
Amon Düül,
Piero Umiliani,
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Byrd,
Oneida,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
the Association,
The Slits,
Agent Orange,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.