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 Brazil and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang On A Can to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moody Blues,
Goldenarms,
cv313,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Silicon Teens,
T. Rex,
Don Cherry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
Eurythmics,
Y Pants,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unrelated Segments,
John Holt,
Althea and Donna,
Leonard Cohen,
Boz Scaggs,
Anthony Braxton,
Unwound,
The Mummies,
Pere Ubu,
Quando Quango,
a-ha,
DNA,
Fluxion,
Depeche Mode,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
The Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Supertramp,
Soft Machine,
Model 500,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Babytalk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks,
Erykah Badu,
New Age Steppers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Procol Harum,
The Blues Magoos,
Das Ding,
Pantytec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Wally Richardson,
Lindisfarne,
Peter & Gordon,
Little Man,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Josef K,
OOIOO,
Janne Schatter,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.