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 Brunei and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Warsaw to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
Excepter,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radio Birdman,
Ultra Naté,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Pharoah Sanders,
Trumans Water,
This Heat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tommy Roe,
Joey Negro,
Whodini,
Con Funk Shun,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
Wally Richardson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cluster,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Isaac Hayes,
Alice Coltrane,
10cc,
Radiohead,
Oneida,
The Cramps,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Metal Thangz,
Scrapy,
Magma,
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
The Searchers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kayak,
The Mummies,
Black Bananas,
Idris Muhammad,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.