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 Samoa and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Lynne,
B.T. Express,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Parry Music,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yazoo,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dead C,
Simply Red,
the Bar-Kays,
The Beau Brummels,
Warsaw,
Wings,
Ituana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Easy Going,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aaron Thompson,
Swell Maps,
Cal Tjader,
Ornette Coleman,
The Trojans,
CMW,
Marc Almond,
Sparks,
June Days,
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Modern Lovers,
Unwound,
Brass Construction,
Colin Newman,
Accadde A,
Ronnie Foster,
Leonard Cohen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joy Division,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.