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 Sweden and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Seeds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Nirvana,
Country Teasers,
Hot Snakes,
Erykah Badu,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
Funky Four + One,
Sparks,
Loose Ends,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terry Callier,
Faraquet,
Roxy Music,
Tears for Fears,
Michelle Simonal,
Scrapy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
U.S. Maple,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
Peter & Gordon,
Livin' Joy,
The Zeros,
Ken Boothe,
New Order,
Silicon Teens,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Halsall,
Porter Ricks,
Duran Duran,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zapp,
Robert Hood,
Alice Coltrane,
Pole,
the Association,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brick,
The Real Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moebius,
Little Man,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Adolescents,
David Axelrod,
Massinfluence,
The Leaves,
The Names,
Brand Nubian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Max Romeo,
T. Rex,
Joey Negro,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
Kayak,
Scientists,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.