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 Belarus and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the techno 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Boredoms,
Country Teasers,
K-Klass,
Visage,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultravox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smoke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ornette Coleman,
Fear,
The United States of America,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Litter,
The Move,
Guru Guru,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maleditus Sound,
Fluxion,
The Mojo Men,
The Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skarface,
Junior Murvin,
Babytalk,
Infiniti,
Gabor Szabo,
The Human League,
the Normal,
The Toasters,
Aural Exciters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swell Maps,
Organ,
Loose Ends,
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
The American Breed,
Deepchord,
Wire,
Skriet,
The Residents,
Smog,
Oblivians,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eurythmics,
Thee Headcoats,
The Golliwogs,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy Collins,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.