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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Oblivians to the disco 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Rites of Spring,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
Accadde A,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Franke,
The Residents,
Don Cherry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Moon,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drexciya,
Animal Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masters at Work,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minutemen,
Fat Boys,
JFA,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blues Magoos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stereo Dub,
Niagra,
The New Christs,
June of 44,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Coltrane,
Scrapy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Colin Newman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slave,
Reagan Youth,
Oneida,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monolake,
The Raincoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Kinks,
Hashim,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalann,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.