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 Benin and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
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 synthesizer 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 David Axelrod to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Nation of Ulysses,
R.M.O.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grauzone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moebius,
Nas,
Howard Jones,
The Gun Club,
Circle Jerks,
The Smoke,
DJ Style,
Popol Vuh,
These Immortal Souls,
Sparks,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Wells,
Stiv Bators,
Minor Threat,
Buzzcocks,
Rod Modell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grey Daturas,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare,
CMW,
Soul II Soul,
John Lydon,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Con Funk Shun,
F. McDonald,
Iggy Pop,
Motorama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bush Tetras,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skaos,
Cecil Taylor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camouflage,
The Tremeloes,
Cybotron,
Sight & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
JFA,
Slick Rick,
The Saints,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thee Headcoats,
Essential Logic,
Carl Craig,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.