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 Russia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
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 linndrum 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 Skarface to the jazz 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxy Music,
Graham Central Station,
Joensuu 1685,
Dawn Penn,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Grass Roots,
Lalann,
Bobby Womack,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minor Threat,
Pantaleimon,
The Barracudas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
Ohio Players,
a-ha,
Lindisfarne,
Leonard Cohen,
D'Angelo,
Anakelly,
Organ,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxette,
Reagan Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Josef K,
Al Stewart,
Index,
Carl Craig,
EPMD,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABC,
Groovy Waters,
Bronski Beat,
Black Flag,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Searchers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Circle Jerks,
Pole,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arab on Radar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.