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 Monaco and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 ABC to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Cameo,
Wally Richardson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Accadde A,
Blancmange,
Supertramp,
Monolake,
Q65,
Unrelated Segments,
Von Mondo,
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reuben Wilson,
Freddie Wadling,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fuzztones,
Vladislav Delay,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T.S.O.L.,
Fat Boys,
Slick Rick,
Barbara Tucker,
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Last Poets,
Agitation Free,
Organ,
Qualms,
Bang On A Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cramps,
Ohio Players,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scion,
Metal Thangz,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Stooges,
Pylon,
Heaven 17,
Sparks,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
Kurtis Blow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Subhumans,
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.