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 Finland and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Bootsy Collins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cowsills,
The Flesh Eaters,
JFA,
Parry Music,
Swell Maps,
Zapp,
Franke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Al Stewart,
The Selecter,
Wasted Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Smog,
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
The New Christs,
Robert Görl,
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
The Dead C,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Near,
Sister Nancy,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David McCallum,
Rekid,
The Knickerbockers,
Gong,
Amazonics,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
Ultravox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Newcleus,
John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barry Ungar,
Easy Going,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalann,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Hood,
Organ,
Ponytail,
Little Man,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quando Quango,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.