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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 The Electric Prunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick Morgan,
The Young Rascals,
Joyce Sims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
The Move,
Hoover,
ABBA,
U.S. Maple,
Mr. Review,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Isaac Hayes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
H. Thieme,
The Moody Blues,
Massinfluence,
Surgeon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra,
Duran Duran,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oblivians,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Severed Heads,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sound Behaviour,
Visage,
Interpol,
Deakin,
Quando Quango,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Lynne,
Zapp,
Television,
Barrington Levy,
The Music Machine,
T. Rex,
OOIOO,
Junior Murvin,
The Trojans,
Matthew Bourne,
Ice-T,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Rundgren,
Talk Talk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.