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 Ecuador and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dave Gahan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Rosa Yemen,
The Martian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nik Kershaw,
The Grass Roots,
Dawn Penn,
La Düsseldorf,
Anthony Braxton,
Gabor Szabo,
Mandrill,
Saccharine Trust,
ABC,
Nils Olav,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erasure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Sheep,
Make Up,
KRS-One,
Popol Vuh,
Connie Case,
Massinfluence,
Dual Sessions,
Amazonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Motions,
Little Man,
Mr. Review,
Minnie Riperton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Busters,
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Cheater Slicks,
The Skatalites,
The Black Dice,
Reagan Youth,
DNA,
Technova,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Hood,
Pylon,
The Angels of Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barbara Tucker,
Motorama,
Josef K,
Neil Young,
Fear,
Ituana,
Bang On A Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ponytail,
Visage,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.