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 Kosovo and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Spoonie Gee to the grime 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Audionom,
Minnie Riperton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gories,
Quadrant,
Judy Mowatt,
Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Malaria!,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warren Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Newcleus,
Pulsallama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q65,
Chris & Cosey,
The Flesh Eaters,
F. McDonald,
Wire,
Ten City,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
Fat Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
Simply Red,
Eve St. Jones,
L. Decosne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
JFA,
Aural Exciters,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rakim,
EPMD,
Basic Channel,
The Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Music Machine,
The Gladiators,
Masters at Work,
Crooked Eye,
Ronnie Foster,
The Standells,
X-102,
Black Moon,
Camouflage,
Lalann,
The Searchers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.