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 Solomon Islands and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cosmic Jokers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Prince Buster,
Tom Boy,
Funky Four + One,
Thompson Twins,
the Association,
Max Romeo,
Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Motions,
Thee Headcoats,
Swell Maps,
Colin Newman,
the Bar-Kays,
Sister Nancy,
Motorama,
Cameo,
Susan Cadogan,
The Searchers,
The Count Five,
Don Cherry,
Alice Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Graham Central Station,
Skaos,
Niagra,
Jerry's Kids,
Outsiders,
John Holt,
Jawbox,
EPMD,
Accadde A,
Sex Pistols,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wire,
Pagans,
Bronski Beat,
The Wake,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stiv Bators,
Echospace,
Symarip,
Carl Craig,
Connie Case,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quantec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Görl,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun City Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.