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 Tanzania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Clear Light to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Urselle,
Flash Fearless,
Popol Vuh,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Agent Orange,
Ludus,
Marvin Gaye,
New Age Steppers,
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mad Mike,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Count Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Parry Music,
The Golliwogs,
David McCallum,
Brand Nubian,
Howard Jones,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Sneak,
The Offenders,
Wings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Order,
Guru Guru,
The Seeds,
Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Subhumans,
Gong,
June Days,
Brothers Johnson,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moleskins,
The Index,
Fluxion,
The Gap Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Brass Construction,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.