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 Taiwan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Dorothy Ashby to the jazz 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
Blancmange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
Laurel Aitken,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cal Tjader,
Q and Not U,
Aaron Thompson,
Mad Mike,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Heaven 17,
Yazoo,
Spoonie Gee,
Lungfish,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Offenders,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kaleidoscope,
Toni Rubio,
CMW,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
Amazonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siglo XX,
Camouflage,
Pantytec,
Pylon,
Von Mondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
Lyres,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Parrish,
Josef K,
Yaz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Move,
In Retrospect,
Rod Modell,
The Blues Magoos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quadrant,
Liliput,
Symarip,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.