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 Sierra Leone and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Pet Shop Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Shoche,
Gichy Dan,
Aswad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Josef K,
Tommy Roe,
Deepchord,
X-102,
CMW,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Sonic Youth,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Ossler,
Cheater Slicks,
Faust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Susan Cadogan,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blues Magoos,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Last Poets,
Piero Umiliani,
Angry Samoans,
Sight & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Bronski Beat,
Masters at Work,
Mark Hollis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heaven 17,
Kerrie Biddell,
Michelle Simonal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dennis Brown,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fatback Band,
Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Lungfish,
Cluster,
Quadrant,
The Invisible,
Gastr Del Sol,
Buzzcocks,
David Axelrod,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.