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 Armenia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Don Cherry 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Iggy Pop,
Oneida,
Alphaville,
Oblivians,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Eden Ahbez,
Rotary Connection,
World's Most,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kas Product,
the Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
Grey Daturas,
The Skatalites,
Smog,
Barbara Tucker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra,
Vainqueur,
Masters at Work,
Maleditus Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minutemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blake Baxter,
The Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joensuu 1685,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
Circle Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Neon Judgement,
the Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Hill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare,
Main Source,
the Germs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
X-102,
Cluster,
Black Flag,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.