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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Yusef Lateef to the funk 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
The Wake,
Procol Harum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Main Source,
Alice Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonic Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Arab on Radar,
Country Teasers,
Yazoo,
June of 44,
The Mummies,
Delta 5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Silicon Teens,
Qualms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Khruangbin,
Moss Icon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Blancmange,
Faust,
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
Marc Almond,
Donny Hathaway,
Flamin' Groovies,
Clear Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Black Flag,
New Age Steppers,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett,
The Invisible,
John Foxx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.