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 Congo and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
David Bowie,
Mandrill,
Grey Daturas,
Arab on Radar,
Easy Going,
Boredoms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Surgeon,
These Immortal Souls,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Finger,
Magazine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tom Boy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vladislav Delay,
Gong,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABC,
Pantytec,
Gichy Dan,
The Invisible,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gun Club,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rod Modell,
Blake Baxter,
Archie Shepp,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
E-Dancer,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One,
The Litter,
The Slackers,
the Normal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
One Last Wish,
Niagra,
Rhythm & Sound,
K-Klass,
In Retrospect,
New Order,
Motorama,
Angry Samoans,
Camouflage,
Loose Ends,
Carl Craig,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Grass Roots,
Yellowson,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Birthday Party,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.