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 Israel and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Magma to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Das Ding,
Gabor Szabo,
The Residents,
the Association,
a-ha,
Franke,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gladiators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arcadia,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
In Retrospect,
Ronan,
Royal Trux,
MDC,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül II,
Ludus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Davy DMX,
The Knickerbockers,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra,
Ultra Naté,
Mission of Burma,
Slick Rick,
Crooked Eye,
Cal Tjader,
Fad Gadget,
The Dirtbombs,
Slave,
Swell Maps,
Juan Atkins,
Alton Ellis,
Subhumans,
Darondo,
Reuben Wilson,
Main Source,
Gang Green,
Cheater Slicks,
Loose Ends,
the Bar-Kays,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skriet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Teasers,
Qualms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Byrd,
John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Marmalade,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.