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 Kazakhstan and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronan to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Terry,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
Tears for Fears,
The Standells,
Clear Light,
Ice-T,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
Archie Shepp,
the Normal,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
Brass Construction,
Minnie Riperton,
the Bar-Kays,
Howard Jones,
Gong,
Angry Samoans,
Smog,
Sixth Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Teasers,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
Flash Fearless,
Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bush Tetras,
KRS-One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ossler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Coltrane,
The Slits,
Scientists,
Dead Boys,
Maurizio,
Rekid,
Junior Murvin,
Pulsallama,
Soulsonic Force,
T. Rex,
Unrelated Segments,
Echospace,
The Associates,
Flipper,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
Oneida,
La Düsseldorf,
the Germs,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.