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 Somalia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bang On A Can to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Y Pants,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cluster,
The Monochrome Set,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
The Associates,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pop Group,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cameo,
Joe Finger,
Moby Grape,
The Dave Clark Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ten City,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
The Misunderstood,
Blancmange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rapeman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Saccharine Trust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mummies,
Warsaw,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra,
Magma,
Kurtis Blow,
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Bananas,
Deepchord,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare,
the Association,
The Smiths,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
Darondo,
Steve Hackett,
Intrusion,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.