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 Denmark and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Crispian St. Peters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Lungfish,
Khruangbin,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Star Department,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
The Busters,
Kenny Larkin,
The Last Poets,
Monolake,
Banda Bassotti,
The Vogues,
June of 44,
Quadrant,
Television Personalities,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fuzztones,
The Sound,
Procol Harum,
Shoche,
Nas,
Donny Hathaway,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
The Count Five,
Black Bananas,
Schoolly D,
Wire,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacques Brel,
The Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy Collins,
Visage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Don Cherry,
Los Fastidios,
Crime,
Jeff Mills,
Fela Kuti,
Animal Collective,
Chrome,
John Holt,
Funkadelic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Angels of Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Almond,
Negative Approach,
Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.