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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 The Fuzztones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Gong,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Goldenarms,
The Smoke,
The Fall,
Porter Ricks,
MDC,
Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Second Layer,
Bobby Byrd,
Japan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
OOIOO,
Toni Rubio,
AZ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiohead,
Erasure,
David Bowie,
The Pop Group,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Skaos,
Joy Division,
Procol Harum,
Susan Cadogan,
Mo-Dettes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mojo Men,
The Trojans,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
The Associates,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cymande,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Pussy Galore,
The Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Green,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rekid,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Music Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nik Kershaw,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neu!,
The Gories,
Slick Rick,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sällskapet,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.