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 Iraq and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Massinfluence to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Bootsy Collins,
The Evens,
Don Cherry,
Half Japanese,
Groovy Waters,
LL Cool J,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Fraelich,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül,
The Pretty Things,
Clear Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cecil Taylor,
Newcleus,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erasure,
DJ Style,
Cybotron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantytec,
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Arcadia,
Stereo Dub,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gong,
The Smiths,
Radiohead,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Thee Headcoats,
U.S. Maple,
The Fuzztones,
John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brass Construction,
Gang Green,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.