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 Tanzania and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Can to the rap 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wings,
Peter and Kerry,
James White and The Blacks,
the Germs,
Bill Wells,
Isaac Hayes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
The Trojans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül II,
the Normal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxy Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Lyres,
Ultra Naté,
Eden Ahbez,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Young Rascals,
Arthur Verocai,
Harpers Bizarre,
MC5,
Crooked Eye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
Aaron Thompson,
David Axelrod,
Depeche Mode,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Freddie Wadling,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Smooth,
Average White Band,
Drexciya,
Silicon Teens,
Oneida,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Neon Judgement,
Cal Tjader,
Easy Going,
Drive Like Jehu,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.