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 United Kingdom and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Camberwell Now,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Christie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Techniques,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Simply Red,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T. Rex,
Quadrant,
Crash Course in Science,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
Radiohead,
Nils Olav,
Todd Rundgren,
Buzzcocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drexciya,
Ken Boothe,
Black Bananas,
Eurythmics,
Infiniti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dead C,
Andrew Hill,
The Litter,
The Remains,
John Holt,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
New Age Steppers,
In Retrospect,
Icehouse,
Sällskapet,
Skriet,
Deadbeat,
Theoretical Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angry Samoans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sound,
The Barracudas,
Zapp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Funkadelic,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
The Stooges,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.