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 Bangladesh and from New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Camouflage to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vainqueur,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Lynne,
Wire,
the Germs,
Mo-Dettes,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy,
Radio Birdman,
Nico,
The Cowsills,
Deakin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Colin Newman,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
Roxette,
June Days,
Brand Nubian,
La Düsseldorf,
Aural Exciters,
Stereo Dub,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
Black Bananas,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
Ituana,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mojo Men,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
U.S. Maple,
Rites of Spring,
Scientists,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masters at Work,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül,
Kaleidoscope,
Parry Music,
The Count Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Popol Vuh,
the Normal,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amazonics,
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.