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 Korea North and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marvin Gaye,
Ludus,
Reagan Youth,
One Last Wish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Negative Approach,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ossler,
The Five Americans,
Basic Channel,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thompson Twins,
Mission of Burma,
Eden Ahbez,
Wings,
John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quantec,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brand Nubian,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul,
Chris & Cosey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra,
Robert Wyatt,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Associates,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erasure,
Dennis Brown,
Qualms,
Masters at Work,
Gregory Isaacs,
Los Fastidios,
Ohio Players,
Monolake,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visage,
Donny Hathaway,
Rekid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacob Miller,
Fad Gadget,
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MC5,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.