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 Chad and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
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 rhodes 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 Danielle Patucci 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Urselle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
L. Decosne,
Kayak,
Maurizio,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
Severed Heads,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
The Zeros,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets,
Anthony Braxton,
Heaven 17,
The Stooges,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul Sonic Force,
Organ,
Fear,
The Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
Oneida,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Tommy Roe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television Personalities,
Altered Images,
Cameo,
The Move,
Kenny Larkin,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Wells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek,
The Doors,
Rites of Spring,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ice-T,
Eden Ahbez,
B.T. Express,
Wire,
Matthew Halsall,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.