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 Micronesia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Ultra Naté to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crooked Eye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oblivians,
Model 500,
Icehouse,
MC5,
John Lydon,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erasure,
Porter Ricks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Simply Red,
Morten Harket,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mojo Men,
D'Angelo,
Nirvana,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Young Rascals,
Severed Heads,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
Max Romeo,
L. Decosne,
the Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultra Naté,
Barclay James Harvest,
Malaria!,
Kerri Chandler,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül II,
Ponytail,
Dark Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
E-Dancer,
Supertramp,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skaos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heaven 17,
Wings,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
10cc,
H. Thieme,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
Yaz,
Wally Richardson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aswad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.