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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Roy Ayers to the techno 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Theoretical Girls,
The Saints,
Los Fastidios,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glenn Branca,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moody Blues,
Absolute Body Control,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Connie Case,
Cheater Slicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moebius,
Khruangbin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Derrick May,
Silicon Teens,
Rapeman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Clarke,
Vladislav Delay,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music,
Crime,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Guru Guru,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four,
Brick,
Todd Rundgren,
Y Pants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wings,
Arab on Radar,
Fatback Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Charles Mingus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cramps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yellowson,
Bill Near,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Searchers,
Brass Construction,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.