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 Barbados and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Accadde A 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wings,
Warsaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalo Schifrin,
Albert Ayler,
Hasil Adkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-101,
D'Angelo,
Kaleidoscope,
Moby Grape,
Roger Hodgson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Rundgren,
Neu!,
Malaria!,
Slick Rick,
Radio Birdman,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Al Stewart,
La Düsseldorf,
Quando Quango,
The Gories,
Max Romeo,
Scientists,
Sällskapet,
Brick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Misunderstood,
Groovy Waters,
The Wake,
Faust,
Erasure,
The Martian,
China Crisis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick Morgan,
The Count Five,
The Birthday Party,
The Residents,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Skatalites,
The Black Dice,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skarface,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.