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 Slovenia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Ronnie Foster to the rap 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The J.B.'s,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mantronix,
R.M.O.,
Aloha Tigers,
Urselle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
China Crisis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Hood,
Deakin,
The Count Five,
DNA,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxette,
The Mummies,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Swans,
Country Teasers,
Brothers Johnson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tim Buckley,
Sam Rivers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lightning Bolt,
Barclay James Harvest,
In Retrospect,
Porter Ricks,
The Mojo Men,
Archie Shepp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Banda Bassotti,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quadrant,
Iggy Pop,
Byron Stingily,
Black Pus,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Raincoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
K-Klass,
John Holt,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minny Pops,
Ken Boothe,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.