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 Czech Republic and from Halifax.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Nirvana,
Sight & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
AZ,
The Standells,
cv313,
Symarip,
Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Johnny Clarke,
Vladislav Delay,
Eddi Front,
Dawn Penn,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ornette Coleman,
Bush Tetras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deakin,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oblivians,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Can,
Harmonia,
Donald Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Pulsallama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
The Fortunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
Underground Resistance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fluxion,
The Move,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Residents,
Duran Duran,
John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Mr. Review,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.