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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lyres to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
China Crisis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Knickerbockers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Byrd,
Liliput,
Sonic Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Massinfluence,
Max Romeo,
Mark Hollis,
The Wake,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young,
Donny Hathaway,
The Litter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cecil Taylor,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The American Breed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Sherman,
The Residents,
Nils Olav,
Circle Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Walker Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Standells,
Spoonie Gee,
Cal Tjader,
Banda Bassotti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dark Day,
Fad Gadget,
Cymande,
New Order,
Khruangbin,
The Red Krayola,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins,
Shoche,
The Doobie Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Raincoats,
Tommy Roe,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.