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 Jordan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Lakeside,
Soulsonic Force,
Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Modern Lovers,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
Sandy B,
Ludus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yusef Lateef,
The Vogues,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doors,
Jandek,
Brand Nubian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mars,
The Evens,
Avey Tare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rod Modell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maurizio,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
Prince Buster,
Animal Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Cybotron,
The United States of America,
Fat Boys,
Schoolly D,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rufus Thomas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gap Band,
The Gories,
China Crisis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swell Maps,
Joy Division,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Fraelich,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arcadia,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fortunes,
OOIOO,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Germs,
Black Bananas,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.