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 Montenegro and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Massinfluence to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maleditus Sound,
a-ha,
Motorama,
Marc Almond,
Jawbox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ludus,
Tommy Roe,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
Stetsasonic,
Tim Buckley,
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment,
Excepter,
Amazonics,
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
Average White Band,
48th St. Collective,
FM Einheit,
The Leaves,
Ossler,
The Zeros,
Reuben Wilson,
Alton Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Parry Music,
Yaz,
Stereo Dub,
Model 500,
Tom Boy,
Procol Harum,
Dual Sessions,
Rekid,
Quadrant,
Colin Newman,
Chrome,
Main Source,
X-101,
Crooked Eye,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skriet,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skarface,
Spoonie Gee,
The Motions,
Trumans Water,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Arcadia,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.