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 Saudi Arabia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
the Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry,
Albert Ayler,
Tres Demented,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Shadows of Knight,
June of 44,
Anthony Braxton,
The Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
FM Einheit,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Motions,
Don Cherry,
Dual Sessions,
Grey Daturas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cal Tjader,
Gang of Four,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reagan Youth,
Morten Harket,
World's Most,
Graham Central Station,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fatback Band,
Outsiders,
Brand Nubian,
In Retrospect,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers,
Swans,
One Last Wish,
Faraquet,
Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
The Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Hasil Adkins,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Residents,
Archie Shepp,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Wells,
The Dead C,
Hoover,
Dawn Penn,
The Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Technova,
The Angels of Light,
Stetsasonic,
Fear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ornette Coleman,
The Toasters,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.