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 Yemen and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 The Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Black Sheep,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
La Düsseldorf,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camberwell Now,
CMW,
The Dead C,
Monolake,
UT,
Parry Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Surgeon,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Wells,
The Fugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rekid,
Grauzone,
Loose Ends,
Circle Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rosa Yemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Qualms,
The Pop Group,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Rundgren,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
Lalann,
the Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moby Grape,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
Sex Pistols,
EPMD,
Ultimate Spinach,
a-ha,
Blossom Toes,
Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
One Last Wish,
D'Angelo,
Iggy Pop,
Sun City Girls,
LL Cool J,
Swell Maps,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.