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 Guinea-Bissau and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
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 808 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cal Tjader,
Khruangbin,
Chrome,
Peter & Gordon,
X-101,
Aswad,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Y Pants,
Nick Fraelich,
Letta Mbulu,
The J.B.'s,
Bang On A Can,
Tears for Fears,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ponytail,
Sugar Minott,
Marvin Gaye,
Leonard Cohen,
Qualms,
the Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mission of Burma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flash Fearless,
Kerri Chandler,
Metal Thangz,
Pierre Henry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
The Red Krayola,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
Outsiders,
Reuben Wilson,
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers,
Arthur Verocai,
Al Stewart,
Quadrant,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scan 7,
Crash Course in Science,
Symarip,
Audionom,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hot Snakes,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Juan Atkins,
The Durutti Column,
CMW,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masters at Work,
cv313,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.