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 Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Reuben Wilson 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Human League,
Sparks,
Youth Brigade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lightning Bolt,
Television Personalities,
Tres Demented,
The Happenings,
Icehouse,
Hot Snakes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pulsallama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
Cheater Slicks,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
Inner City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultimate Spinach,
Con Funk Shun,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agitation Free,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hardrive,
The Buckinghams,
Half Japanese,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Marc Almond,
Maurizio,
Gabor Szabo,
Brass Construction,
AZ,
The Busters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Royal Trux,
Cymande,
Main Source,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Associates,
Camouflage,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
Don Cherry,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.