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 Lithuania and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ronnie Foster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Schoolly D,
The Smiths,
Massinfluence,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
Outsiders,
David Axelrod,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gladiators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Walker Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Anakelly,
Darondo,
Supertramp,
Rod Modell,
Los Fastidios,
Man Eating Sloth,
Inner City,
Don Cherry,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Yellowson,
Gang Starr,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Morten Harket,
Derrick Morgan,
Icehouse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Zeros,
Sound Behaviour,
Nils Olav,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
Black Pus,
The Human League,
The Standells,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Sherman,
the Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America,
Trumans Water,
Tears for Fears,
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul II Soul,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sam Rivers,
The Doors,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Halsall,
Stiv Bators,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.