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 Tunisia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Gichy Dan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
Pantaleimon,
Zero Boys,
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground,
Alice Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joy Division,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delta 5,
Mad Mike,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
Metal Thangz,
a-ha,
Mission of Burma,
Vladislav Delay,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Second Layer,
The Durutti Column,
Carl Craig,
Mantronix,
The Standells,
Can,
Boredoms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Roger Hodgson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eden Ahbez,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Angels of Light,
Arcadia,
David McCallum,
Wolf Eyes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
The New Christs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Model 500,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James White and The Blacks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mandrill,
John Coltrane,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.