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 Luxembourg and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rekid 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Toasters,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gories,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Star Department,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Dolphy,
Icehouse,
Mad Mike,
Barbara Tucker,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
Schoolly D,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
The Vogues,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Lynne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dorothy Ashby,
Con Funk Shun,
Pussy Galore,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lyres,
Maurizio,
Wolf Eyes,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Beau Brummels,
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
Stetsasonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang of Four,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anakelly,
Clear Light,
Sight & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick Morgan,
In Retrospect,
Peter and Kerry,
New York Dolls,
The Evens,
Mantronix,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sarah Menescal,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.