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 Ghana and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Oblivians to the punk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Marmalade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia,
Flash Fearless,
Mandrill,
Anakelly,
Parry Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Laurel Aitken,
Banda Bassotti,
Das Ding,
Kerrie Biddell,
PIL,
Max Romeo,
Ultra Naté,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Severed Heads,
Franke,
Motorama,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mummies,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Idris Muhammad,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
Ice-T,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nils Olav,
This Heat,
Susan Cadogan,
Gastr Del Sol,
CMW,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eden Ahbez,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crime,
Lucky Dragons,
Quantec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q and Not U,
Section 25,
Pole,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
Shoche,
Liliput,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Starr,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Aural Exciters,
Roxette,
Quando Quango,
In Retrospect,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Wells,
Boz Scaggs,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.