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 Paraguay and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Sight & Sound to the jazz 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Letta Mbulu,
The Modern Lovers,
Hasil Adkins,
Mr. Review,
Tim Buckley,
The Blackbyrds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doors,
T. Rex,
Radio Birdman,
Lightning Bolt,
Danielle Patucci,
The American Breed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
China Crisis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monolake,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Womack,
Ossler,
B.T. Express,
Eurythmics,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alice Coltrane,
PIL,
Neu!,
Procol Harum,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxy Music,
Pylon,
John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Deakin,
Cluster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-102,
Nik Kershaw,
Drexciya,
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
Mantronix,
Easy Going,
Sex Pistols,
The Dead C,
Moebius,
Warren Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pretty Things,
Half Japanese,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.