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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neil Young to the jazz 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Gories,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brass Construction,
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin,
Marmalade,
The Monks,
Mark Hollis,
The Searchers,
Subhumans,
Lungfish,
Scan 7,
Tres Demented,
Excepter,
Roxette,
Vainqueur,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liliput,
Black Pus,
The Music Machine,
Motorama,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
The Angels of Light,
The Last Poets,
Con Funk Shun,
Absolute Body Control,
Isaac Hayes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mandrill,
Popol Vuh,
The Remains,
Letta Mbulu,
Swell Maps,
Barry Ungar,
Cheater Slicks,
Das Ding,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
Lee Hazlewood,
Underground Resistance,
John Holt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dual Sessions,
the Association,
Crime,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Raincoats,
Josef K,
Zapp,
John Lydon,
Soft Machine,
Funkadelic,
Agent Orange,
Goldenarms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rakim,
Terry Callier,
The Buckinghams,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick May,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.