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 Nigeria and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Gregory Isaacs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Interpol,
The Fuzztones,
Trumans Water,
Bluetip,
Pole,
MC5,
Blossom Toes,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lungfish,
Brick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
Wings,
Morten Harket,
The Fugs,
Smog,
Sex Pistols,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Desert Stars,
Subhumans,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Terry,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heaven 17,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABBA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiohead,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tubeway Army,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cramps,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Invisible,
Black Sheep,
the Swans,
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Talk Talk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Copeland,
JFA,
cv313,
EPMD,
Severed Heads,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.