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 Zimbabwe and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Brick to the funk 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Bourne,
Average White Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marmalade,
Quadrant,
Youth Brigade,
Don Cherry,
Y Pants,
Maurizio,
DJ Sneak,
John Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter & Gordon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Divine Comedy,
Fugazi,
Delon & Dalcan,
Massinfluence,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül II,
Maleditus Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pussy Galore,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fall,
Yusef Lateef,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Main Source,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
Accadde A,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minor Threat,
Bill Wells,
The Toasters,
Deepchord,
Faust,
Porter Ricks,
Lightning Bolt,
Yazoo,
Bronski Beat,
Marine Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Easy Going,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sex Pistols,
Mandrill,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Zeros,
Das Ding,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.