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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Sam Rivers to the techno 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
Negative Approach,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Smog,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blackbyrds,
the Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sight & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
Groovy Waters,
Lyres,
The Saints,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nirvana,
DNA,
Alice Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
Supertramp,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hardrive,
Alphaville,
Scan 7,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bad Manners,
Faust,
The Litter,
Visage,
Porter Ricks,
Sparks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moby Grape,
Eric Copeland,
Procol Harum,
The Black Dice,
The Doors,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
Mandrill,
Dorothy Ashby,
China Crisis,
Mars,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Hoover,
The Gladiators,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.