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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 Sam Rivers 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Average White Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
kango's stein massive,
EPMD,
Curtis Mayfield,
Morten Harket,
The Fortunes,
Tom Boy,
Camberwell Now,
The Litter,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fall,
The Saints,
Arcadia,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Urselle,
Drexciya,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Star Department,
Ornette Coleman,
Nik Kershaw,
Quantec,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker,
Agitation Free,
The J.B.'s,
Second Layer,
Surgeon,
Sarah Menescal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Babytalk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
10cc,
The Martian,
Ultravox,
Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Suicide,
Pagans,
Nico,
Shoche,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Techniques,
Main Source,
Heaven 17,
a-ha,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aaron Thompson,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
Ohio Players,
Mr. Review,
The Slackers,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.