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 Oman and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
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 linndrum 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 Patti Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Womack,
Brick,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
Bluetip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Names,
Fear,
Cluster,
Arcadia,
Drexciya,
The Happenings,
Matthew Halsall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ponytail,
Erasure,
Average White Band,
The Cramps,
Kurtis Blow,
Pulsallama,
T. Rex,
Pantytec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camberwell Now,
Maurizio,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17,
In Retrospect,
The Birthday Party,
The Residents,
The Martian,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
FM Einheit,
Erykah Badu,
Scientists,
Yazoo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Velvet Underground,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tears for Fears,
Faust,
a-ha,
Patti Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Henry Cow,
Don Cherry,
The Grass Roots,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.