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 El Salvador and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blues Magoos to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Sheep,
Quando Quango,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Golliwogs,
Accadde A,
Dawn Penn,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sandy B,
Babytalk,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pussy Galore,
Rapeman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delta 5,
Cymande,
Matthew Bourne,
Urselle,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hashim,
JFA,
Crime,
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker,
Yaz,
Grey Daturas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Young Rascals,
Liliput,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Kaleidoscope,
Deakin,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jandek,
Cluster,
The Names,
Mandrill,
La Düsseldorf,
kango's stein massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
Nas,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.