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 Hungary and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jerry's Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Negative Approach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Hood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shuggie Otis,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
MC5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Move,
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Christie,
Dave Gahan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Desert Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Associates,
Boz Scaggs,
The Trojans,
The Birthday Party,
The Walker Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Kerri Chandler,
Agent Orange,
Isaac Hayes,
Popol Vuh,
Gong,
Pierre Henry,
Rapeman,
Lalann,
Kaleidoscope,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Cecil Taylor,
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drexciya,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jandek,
FM Einheit,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.