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 Cameroon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the jazz 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Intrusion,
Terry Callier,
Wasted Youth,
Slick Rick,
Spoonie Gee,
Pylon,
Kaleidoscope,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-102,
Terrestrial Tones,
Metal Thangz,
Don Cherry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joey Negro,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Smooth,
Y Pants,
Bootsy Collins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Bourne,
Ponytail,
Lalann,
Interpol,
Bobby Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quantec,
Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
kango's stein massive,
Connie Case,
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!,
Bauhaus,
EPMD,
Camouflage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hardrive,
Swans,
The Last Poets,
Ultra Naté,
Byron Stingily,
the Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter and Kerry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Howard Jones,
Black Sheep,
E-Dancer,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.