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 Oman and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 The Vogues to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masters at Work,
T.S.O.L.,
The Star Department,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doobie Brothers,
AZ,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rapeman,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
Minor Threat,
Soulsonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Boz Scaggs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Residents,
Ituana,
Gabor Szabo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harmonia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Sheep,
Anakelly,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Divine Comedy,
Ludus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül II,
Dark Day,
Loose Ends,
The Raincoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Hot Snakes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Godley & Creme,
Scion,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
UT,
Tubeway Army,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mojo Men,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dirtbombs,
Pulsallama,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.