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 Antigua and from London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 D'Angelo to the rock 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Wally Richardson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
K-Klass,
John Holt,
the Germs,
KRS-One,
The Dead C,
Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
China Crisis,
The Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Near,
Deepchord,
Skarface,
The Happenings,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
Leonard Cohen,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
kango's stein massive,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
Porter Ricks,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-Ray Spex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Qualms,
Donny Hathaway,
Lucky Dragons,
Youth Brigade,
Khruangbin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fad Gadget,
Index,
Black Sheep,
Maleditus Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Godley & Creme,
Loose Ends,
Max Romeo,
Organ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brass Construction,
Joey Negro,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris Corsano,
Rites of Spring,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Livin' Joy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flipper,
Sonic Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.