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 Romania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eve St. Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Lou Christie,
The Golliwogs,
Barbara Tucker,
Camouflage,
Gabor Szabo,
Monolake,
Bob Dylan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalann,
Hashim,
The Searchers,
Brick,
Oblivians,
Robert Wyatt,
The Red Krayola,
Lalo Schifrin,
U.S. Maple,
The Last Poets,
Reagan Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joyce Sims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Remains,
Livin' Joy,
Morten Harket,
Eve St. Jones,
Procol Harum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
Peter & Gordon,
Audionom,
The Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Unrelated Segments,
Babytalk,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
K-Klass,
Jawbox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pere Ubu,
The Happenings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
E-Dancer,
Erykah Badu,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.