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 Colombia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 the Association to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Roxy Music,
Arcadia,
Dual Sessions,
Scion,
Amon Düül II,
The Standells,
Symarip,
Marc Almond,
Sarah Menescal,
The Music Machine,
Fugazi,
Glenn Branca,
Country Teasers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Idris Muhammad,
Monks,
Cluster,
Neil Young,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
Y Pants,
Bad Manners,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
Public Enemy,
Circle Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
The Golliwogs,
Sandy B,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Supertramp,
Bobby Womack,
48th St. Collective,
Goldenarms,
Yazoo,
Tubeway Army,
Von Mondo,
Deadbeat,
Yaz,
Fad Gadget,
The Beau Brummels,
R.M.O.,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
Roger Hodgson,
Marine Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Sneak,
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick,
Make Up,
The Gories,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.