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 Iran and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 The Busters to the jazz 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp,
MC5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-101,
In Retrospect,
Bronski Beat,
Mr. Review,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
Smog,
Bob Dylan,
Pole,
Ohio Players,
James White and The Blacks,
Camouflage,
The Cure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
Duran Duran,
Graham Central Station,
Royal Trux,
The Leaves,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Mills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang of Four,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
The Sound,
The Victims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anthony Braxton,
Moby Grape,
T. Rex,
Dave Gahan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Starr,
Nirvana,
Agitation Free,
Deakin,
Sällskapet,
Gichy Dan,
The Gun Club,
Wolf Eyes,
Harmonia,
Nas,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.