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 Comoros and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Sherman to the electroclash 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Silicon Teens,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Intrusion,
Anthony Braxton,
Glenn Branca,
B.T. Express,
Wings,
The Angels of Light,
the Association,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tim Buckley,
Franke,
The Index,
Alison Limerick,
Funkadelic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stetsasonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Henry Cow,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Moon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Scrapy,
Brand Nubian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultravox,
Crime,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oneida,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scratch Acid,
Joyce Sims,
Black Sheep,
Amazonics,
Rites of Spring,
Bluetip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-102,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
D'Angelo,
Lou Christie,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker,
KRS-One,
Zapp,
Man Eating Sloth,
cv313,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
Fugazi,
Nik Kershaw,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moody Blues,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.