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 Poland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cluster to the jazz 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Hashim,
The Gladiators,
Hoover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Audionom,
Bluetip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
Malaria!,
Talk Talk,
The Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Organ,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mo-Dettes,
Swell Maps,
Morten Harket,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith,
Altered Images,
Bang On A Can,
B.T. Express,
Pylon,
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nico,
Joy Division,
Joe Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
The Kinks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
Yellowson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smiths,
Siglo XX,
Symarip,
DNA,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Blake Baxter,
Wings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.