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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Gun Club 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Sound,
Wings,
Charles Mingus,
Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Schoolly D,
The Star Department,
ABBA,
The Selecter,
Barry Ungar,
The Residents,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
Smog,
Marvin Gaye,
The Busters,
June Days,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brick,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Fraelich,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
the Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fuzztones,
Camberwell Now,
Desert Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Invisible,
Public Enemy,
Skarface,
The Slackers,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terry Callier,
Sällskapet,
Minutemen,
The Evens,
The Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eden Ahbez,
Donny Hathaway,
Silicon Teens,
Piero Umiliani,
Monolake,
Cymande,
B.T. Express,
Gang Starr,
Ohio Players,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
Ultravox,
Carl Craig,
Mo-Dettes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Patti Smith,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.