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 Benin and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Connie Case to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
Eric B and Rakim,
Connie Case,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flipper,
Hashim,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
Joy Division,
Wings,
Gang Green,
The Associates,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
a-ha,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
Eric Dolphy,
the Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
The Star Department,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
T.S.O.L.,
Masters at Work,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
Dead Boys,
Ituana,
Mo-Dettes,
Quantec,
Jawbox,
Ronnie Foster,
Tim Buckley,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Desert Stars,
Urselle,
Symarip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blossom Toes,
the Association,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Hill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dawn Penn,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
John Foxx,
Slave,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Wyatt,
Aural Exciters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Das Ding,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.