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 Belarus and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Crash Course in Science,
Supertramp,
Masters at Work,
Alice Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Joyce Sims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
Flamin' Groovies,
This Heat,
Delta 5,
KRS-One,
Isaac Hayes,
Al Stewart,
The Mummies,
Hasil Adkins,
Surgeon,
Q and Not U,
The Motions,
These Immortal Souls,
June Days,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Japan,
Darondo,
Technova,
Rites of Spring,
David McCallum,
The Music Machine,
Joy Division,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger,
The Dead C,
Schoolly D,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra,
Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
Man Parrish,
Flipper,
Ohio Players,
The Busters,
The J.B.'s,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.