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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jeff Lynne to the jazz 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
10cc,
Skaos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marvin Gaye,
Cecil Taylor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Nick Fraelich,
Grey Daturas,
Shuggie Otis,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang of Four,
F. McDonald,
Hashim,
Charles Mingus,
The Fortunes,
Scrapy,
Roger Hodgson,
Suicide,
Inner City,
AZ,
Severed Heads,
Brand Nubian,
Flipper,
Nik Kershaw,
Liliput,
Graham Central Station,
Stiv Bators,
Colin Newman,
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
Supertramp,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reagan Youth,
Los Fastidios,
The Durutti Column,
Pole,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doors,
Godley & Creme,
Vainqueur,
Marmalade,
Model 500,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl,
Ludus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Knickerbockers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
Slave,
JFA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Standells,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Velvet Underground,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.