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 Macedonia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Spandau Ballet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Selecter,
The Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Sam Rivers,
Stetsasonic,
Faust,
Accadde A,
In Retrospect,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
Animal Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Shoche,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
The Moody Blues,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus,
Cluster,
The Dead C,
Lalann,
The Cowsills,
Idris Muhammad,
Skarface,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fugs,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reagan Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bush Tetras,
Patti Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Excepter,
Bill Wells,
Brass Construction,
Minutemen,
Qualms,
Quadrant,
Sällskapet,
The Vogues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Görl,
Al Stewart,
Magazine,
Rosa Yemen,
Aloha Tigers,
The Stooges,
Desert Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Fluxion,
Blancmange,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.