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 Hungary and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pagans to the crunk 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Mummies,
Parry Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Subhumans,
Sam Rivers,
The Victims,
F. McDonald,
Magma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Womack,
Popol Vuh,
Rod Modell,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Bourne,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Starr,
Carl Craig,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blackbyrds,
Bush Tetras,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül,
Ossler,
The Trojans,
The Pretty Things,
Sällskapet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Byrd,
JFA,
Radiohead,
The Selecter,
John Foxx,
New Order,
Pulsallama,
EPMD,
Robert Görl,
Thee Headcoats,
Unwound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Franke,
DNA,
Eric Copeland,
Smog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fortunes,
Scion,
The Pop Group,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Hood,
Quantec,
Blake Baxter,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Machine,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.