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 Slovakia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Infiniti to the jazz 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Green,
Lungfish,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25,
Black Flag,
Sound Behaviour,
Scratch Acid,
Interpol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
Mad Mike,
Kayak,
Franke,
Model 500,
Sun Ra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ohio Players,
Smog,
LL Cool J,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scrapy,
Television Personalities,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amazonics,
Peter & Gordon,
DNA,
Fad Gadget,
Agent Orange,
The Knickerbockers,
the Bar-Kays,
Talk Talk,
Black Pus,
The Young Rascals,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shoche,
Alison Limerick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rakim,
Deadbeat,
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
The Techniques,
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mummies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mandrill,
Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.