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 Oman and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Arcadia to the electroclash 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Juan Atkins,
Minor Threat,
The Velvet Underground,
Scion,
Albert Ayler,
Pussy Galore,
John Foxx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roger Hodgson,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy Collins,
Hot Snakes,
Roxy Music,
The Last Poets,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Theoretical Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
F. McDonald,
Blake Baxter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deadbeat,
Roxette,
Alice Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Eurythmics,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Star Department,
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
The Move,
Graham Central Station,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
The American Breed,
The Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Dolphy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crash Course in Science,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stereo Dub,
John Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Nirvana,
Rites of Spring,
Pulsallama,
Unrelated Segments,
Funkadelic,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.