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 Chile and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Dirtbombs,
The Busters,
Reagan Youth,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantaleimon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Sneak,
Hoover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eurythmics,
Deepchord,
Alice Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Teasers,
World's Most,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blancmange,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K,
Suicide,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris Corsano,
Siglo XX,
Jacob Miller,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABBA,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maleditus Sound,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Pus,
Colin Newman,
Derrick May,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Dolphy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül II,
Maurizio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neu!,
Das Ding,
Jeff Lynne,
Danielle Patucci,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.