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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Supertramp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Machine,
Robert Hood,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris Corsano,
Darondo,
Tommy Roe,
Quadrant,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Deadbeat,
China Crisis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New York Dolls,
Pierre Henry,
Adolescents,
DNA,
Nas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chrome,
Charles Mingus,
Trumans Water,
Surgeon,
Desert Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Ponytail,
This Heat,
Brand Nubian,
Talk Talk,
Prince Buster,
Television Personalities,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans,
Albert Ayler,
Brass Construction,
The Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
Hardrive,
Niagra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
Wasted Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Offenders,
Country Teasers,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.