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 Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Harpers Bizarre to the jazz 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Associates,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alton Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Jawbox,
Cybotron,
June of 44,
The Smiths,
The Invisible,
X-102,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neu!,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Birthday Party,
The Five Americans,
A Certain Ratio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zapp,
Qualms,
Crime,
Gabor Szabo,
Duran Duran,
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols,
Erasure,
The Remains,
the Swans,
The Fall,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultravox,
The Pretty Things,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
These Immortal Souls,
Supertramp,
World's Most,
Leonard Cohen,
Absolute Body Control,
Royal Trux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pop Group,
Funky Four + One,
Crooked Eye,
The Standells,
The Martian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scan 7,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter and Kerry,
Depeche Mode,
Khruangbin,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.