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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Average White Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection 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?
Moby Grape,
Tropical Tobacco,
L. Decosne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Saccharine Trust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sound Behaviour,
MDC,
The Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bush Tetras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spoonie Gee,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
Scrapy,
New York Dolls,
Unwound,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Schoolly D,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Terry,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soulsonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
The Motions,
Scott Walker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Josef K,
Intrusion,
Scion,
Funky Four + One,
The Slackers,
David Bowie,
Reagan Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Anakelly,
The New Christs,
Camberwell Now,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Green,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Offenders,
Joe Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
The Saints,
Mars,
Vainqueur,
Ultravox,
Bluetip,
The Walker Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
This Heat,
Supertramp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.