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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 The Index to the jazz 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Quantec,
The Motions,
Minnie Riperton,
Shoche,
Chrome,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Happenings,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
Arab on Radar,
The Offenders,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-102,
Cameo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
La Düsseldorf,
Eden Ahbez,
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alison Limerick,
Terry Callier,
ABC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jandek,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
Zero Boys,
Royal Trux,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
Robert Hood,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
Fear,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dead C,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker,
Moby Grape,
Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ituana,
Barbara Tucker,
Wolf Eyes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MC5,
Fela Kuti,
The Stooges,
Ultravox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scion,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donald Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scrapy,
Delta 5,
The Modern Lovers,
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.