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 Albania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Technova to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eden Ahbez,
Rotary Connection,
kango's stein massive,
The Five Americans,
CMW,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The American Breed,
Smog,
Masters at Work,
Infiniti,
the Soft Cell,
X-101,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
The Dirtbombs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T. Rex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oneida,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minnie Riperton,
Yazoo,
Gabor Szabo,
June of 44,
Stetsasonic,
Sam Rivers,
the Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Radiohead,
LL Cool J,
Harpers Bizarre,
Isaac Hayes,
The Toasters,
Rites of Spring,
Y Pants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scion,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dead C,
Mars,
Lower 48,
Todd Terry,
Aaron Thompson,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Buzzcocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Pagans,
The New Christs,
Don Cherry,
Schoolly D,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.