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 Ukraine and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 D'Angelo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Scrapy,
The Knickerbockers,
Cal Tjader,
The Flesh Eaters,
MDC,
The Moody Blues,
Pere Ubu,
Blake Baxter,
Reagan Youth,
Gichy Dan,
KRS-One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxy Music,
Stereo Dub,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yazoo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jandek,
Nik Kershaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Kenny Larkin,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
the Association,
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon,
Arcadia,
B.T. Express,
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Buckinghams,
Talk Talk,
Faust,
Matthew Bourne,
Delta 5,
Sun City Girls,
CMW,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rufus Thomas,
David McCallum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Evens,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angry Samoans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sarah Menescal,
Animal Collective,
The Vogues,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.