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 Andorra and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Arthur Verocai to the crunk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy Collins,
Bronski Beat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Barracudas,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Ronan,
Section 25,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick Morgan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pretty Things,
Smog,
Flipper,
Groovy Waters,
Massinfluence,
Scratch Acid,
Popol Vuh,
Symarip,
Interpol,
10cc,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Parrish,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Frankie Knuckles,
Japan,
Porter Ricks,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Morten Harket,
Nick Fraelich,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visage,
The United States of America,
Skarface,
Charles Mingus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Nico,
Amon Düül,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Duran Duran,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Y Pants,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Bourne,
Steve Hackett,
Funkadelic,
Saccharine Trust,
Harmonia,
Roger Hodgson,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.