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 Uruguay and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Harmonia to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
Stiv Bators,
X-101,
Lyres,
DJ Style,
The Names,
Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ten City,
John Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
E-Dancer,
The Smoke,
Scientists,
Royal Trux,
Gong,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
Scan 7,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang of Four,
H. Thieme,
Joey Negro,
Scrapy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiohead,
Unwound,
Procol Harum,
The Grass Roots,
Donny Hathaway,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
AZ,
the Swans,
Little Man,
The Victims,
Nick Fraelich,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Urselle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dennis Brown,
Wire,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gichy Dan,
Eve St. Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Mad Mike,
The Fall,
Robert Hood,
Ohio Players,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.