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 Hungary and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Television Personalities to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
Unwound,
MC5,
a-ha,
Rapeman,
Scion,
Maurizio,
Magma,
The Standells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Negative Approach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronan,
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
The Wake,
Alton Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Sam Rivers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scan 7,
The Birthday Party,
Loose Ends,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102,
Masters at Work,
The Young Rascals,
Drive Like Jehu,
D'Angelo,
Jandek,
Mission of Burma,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers,
Fatback Band,
Bauhaus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
The Motions,
Kas Product,
Ultra Naté,
Sparks,
The Victims,
Parry Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Skriet,
Funky Four + One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
In Retrospect,
Cybotron,
Bob Dylan,
Flipper,
cv313,
Gichy Dan,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.