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 Barbados and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Victims 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Freddie Wadling,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vladislav Delay,
Zero Boys,
Ponytail,
The Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Rod Modell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Clarke,
Deakin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hasil Adkins,
Barry Ungar,
This Heat,
Neu!,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dead C,
Amazonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
the Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moleskins,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anakelly,
Amon Düül,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
Matthew Halsall,
The Count Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
Boz Scaggs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Danielle Patucci,
John Holt,
Radiopuhelimet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
China Crisis,
Joyce Sims,
Young Marble Giants,
Simply Red,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Magma,
48th St. Collective,
Easy Going,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.