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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Leaves to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
The Fall,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Boredoms,
Nirvana,
In Retrospect,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cymande,
Duran Duran,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
Banda Bassotti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Görl,
The Five Americans,
Sparks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mummies,
The Doors,
The Slackers,
Maurizio,
10cc,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kas Product,
Wasted Youth,
Motorama,
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Darondo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Wake,
June Days,
Massinfluence,
Chris Corsano,
Funkadelic,
Nas,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
Heaven 17,
Radiohead,
Barry Ungar,
Anthony Braxton,
Average White Band,
The Trojans,
The Saints,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.