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 Mongolia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Donald Byrd 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
David Axelrod,
Nico,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arthur Verocai,
Accadde A,
Brick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pere Ubu,
Hardrive,
The Motions,
EPMD,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Steve Hackett,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti,
The Wake,
DNA,
FM Einheit,
World's Most,
The Names,
Girls At Our Best!,
kango's stein massive,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
Danielle Patucci,
Young Marble Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Kas Product,
Sound Behaviour,
Duran Duran,
The Selecter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skaos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Leaves,
Pylon,
Ossler,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
Fat Boys,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
Goldenarms,
Vainqueur,
Visage,
Scan 7,
Eddi Front,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.