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 Portugal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Los Fastidios,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Japan,
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick Morgan,
La Düsseldorf,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Techniques,
The Selecter,
Kaleidoscope,
Subhumans,
Barry Ungar,
Skaos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Star Department,
Eddi Front,
The Fugs,
Sam Rivers,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quadrant,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fad Gadget,
the Bar-Kays,
Harpers Bizarre,
Procol Harum,
Mandrill,
Trumans Water,
Con Funk Shun,
Terry Callier,
The Associates,
a-ha,
Porter Ricks,
Thompson Twins,
Unwound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eli Mardock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers,
Barbara Tucker,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.