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 Malta and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Bluetip to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Parry Music,
Don Cherry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Organ,
Swell Maps,
The Zeros,
June of 44,
The Doobie Brothers,
Procol Harum,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
The Angels of Light,
Marine Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
David Bowie,
Khruangbin,
The Leaves,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Josef K,
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Rapeman,
Moby Grape,
Grauzone,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
Magazine,
K-Klass,
Ituana,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Minny Pops,
Lucky Dragons,
Urselle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Desert Stars,
Q and Not U,
Fugazi,
Deadbeat,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.