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 Australia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Lucky Dragons to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Aloha Tigers,
Scrapy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
The Pop Group,
Crime,
Crooked Eye,
Qualms,
Pantytec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick Morgan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sister Nancy,
Wire,
Talk Talk,
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls,
Yusef Lateef,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Index,
Scion,
The Durutti Column,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rakim,
Neil Young,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
T.S.O.L.,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
Susan Cadogan,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
The Tremeloes,
Rufus Thomas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Severed Heads,
Y Pants,
Magazine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Theoretical Girls,
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
R.M.O.,
The Selecter,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.