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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Excepter to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes,
New Age Steppers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABBA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül II,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronan,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
Glenn Branca,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Christie,
OOIOO,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aural Exciters,
Ituana,
Junior Murvin,
E-Dancer,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Byrd,
New Order,
The Associates,
Warsaw,
Franke,
Marc Almond,
The Divine Comedy,
Kas Product,
Lakeside,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eurythmics,
Reagan Youth,
The Toasters,
Nick Fraelich,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Section 25,
Sister Nancy,
Television Personalities,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Teasers,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Wells,
Mo-Dettes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Schoolly D,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.