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 Dominican Republic and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 F. McDonald 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Terry Callier,
Funkadelic,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül II,
Crime,
The Cure,
The Star Department,
Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Grey Daturas,
Quantec,
MDC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
cv313,
The American Breed,
The Pop Group,
Rosa Yemen,
Graham Central Station,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Flag,
Juan Atkins,
B.T. Express,
Gang of Four,
Judy Mowatt,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
The Five Americans,
Bronski Beat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camberwell Now,
Royal Trux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cowsills,
Bill Wells,
Au Pairs,
Television,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scion,
John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rapeman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fall,
Dead Boys,
Eddi Front,
Fela Kuti,
The J.B.'s,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.