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 Gambia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
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 arpeggiator 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the disco 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Litter,
Liliput,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nils Olav,
Chris Corsano,
Sam Rivers,
Mr. Review,
Harmonia,
Lyres,
The Selecter,
Panda Bear,
Bill Wells,
Slave,
Soft Machine,
Ossler,
Half Japanese,
Metal Thangz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
The Tremeloes,
cv313,
Audionom,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters,
The Remains,
Alison Limerick,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The New Christs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt,
the Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Marc Almond,
Man Eating Sloth,
Man Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Accadde A,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bob Dylan,
The Velvet Underground,
John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.