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 Andorra and from London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Kurtis Blow 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blues Magoos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Groovy Waters,
Reuben Wilson,
Arthur Verocai,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
The J.B.'s,
Dave Gahan,
David McCallum,
Crooked Eye,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül II,
Khruangbin,
Rekid,
The Searchers,
X-102,
Neil Young,
Q65,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
June of 44,
The Shadows of Knight,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
Tom Boy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neu!,
The Angels of Light,
Freddie Wadling,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
The Residents,
The Seeds,
Lalann,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barrington Levy,
the Sonics,
Black Flag,
The American Breed,
Lyres,
MC5,
Amazonics,
Smog,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Simply Red,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.