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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Altered Images to the punk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rapeman,
Steve Hackett,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
the Germs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pole,
China Crisis,
Amazonics,
Carl Craig,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Durutti Column,
Piero Umiliani,
Sällskapet,
These Immortal Souls,
Freddie Wadling,
Maurizio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rotary Connection,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter and Kerry,
Scratch Acid,
Jacob Miller,
Lungfish,
The Move,
kango's stein massive,
Reagan Youth,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
Bauhaus,
Graham Central Station,
Eddi Front,
Parry Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Cymande,
John Cale,
Quantec,
Little Man,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Motions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.