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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sandy B to the crunk 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Standells,
DNA,
the Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Oneida,
Isaac Hayes,
Lower 48,
Cal Tjader,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Green,
The Smoke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
B.T. Express,
Leonard Cohen,
The Victims,
June Days,
Parry Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacob Miller,
48th St. Collective,
Harmonia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Supertramp,
Bobby Sherman,
Cheater Slicks,
Cymande,
The J.B.'s,
Alice Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas,
Sugar Minott,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Pagans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Technova,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Khruangbin,
The Residents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minny Pops,
The Buckinghams,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pierre Henry,
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
Gang of Four,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Half Japanese,
Pole,
The Offenders,
The Fortunes,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.