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 Namibia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Peter & Gordon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fuzztones,
The Fall,
Gong,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Eve St. Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Pulsallama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken,
Talk Talk,
Cymande,
Susan Cadogan,
OOIOO,
The Cowsills,
The Durutti Column,
The Offenders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yaz,
The Gap Band,
Scratch Acid,
Roxette,
Prince Buster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sandy B,
Eurythmics,
Juan Atkins,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Young Marble Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doors,
Boogie Down Productions,
Y Pants,
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The Remains,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Invisible,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mojo Men,
The Smoke,
Roger Hodgson,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
Junior Murvin,
Deadbeat,
Supertramp,
The Buckinghams,
Deakin,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.