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 Cape Verde and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
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 mellotron 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
the Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mad Mike,
The Raincoats,
Radiohead,
Graham Central Station,
Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
Joyce Sims,
X-Ray Spex,
The J.B.'s,
Deepchord,
Maurizio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultra Naté,
Spoonie Gee,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed,
Excepter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Young Marble Giants,
Moss Icon,
Arcadia,
Heaven 17,
K-Klass,
Joensuu 1685,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
La Düsseldorf,
Eve St. Jones,
JFA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pere Ubu,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Aaron Thompson,
EPMD,
The Names,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crooked Eye,
Funkadelic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ice-T,
Jandek,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Procol Harum,
Sarah Menescal,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young,
Rekid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brass Construction,
Cheater Slicks,
Liliput,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.