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 Algeria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the techno 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Residents,
Television Personalities,
Index,
Monolake,
Khruangbin,
Circle Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angry Samoans,
Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Godley & Creme,
Pylon,
Brass Construction,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Symarip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lungfish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marmalade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moody Blues,
Crispian St. Peters,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
Ornette Coleman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deepchord,
Make Up,
Fela Kuti,
Michelle Simonal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Victims,
The Walker Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scion,
The Star Department,
Johnny Osbourne,
Simply Red,
Y Pants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Sandy B,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Bourne,
The Busters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.