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 Belgium and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 Circle Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fuzztones,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Teasers,
Junior Murvin,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blake Baxter,
Eurythmics,
Cluster,
Wings,
UT,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
PIL,
Suicide,
E-Dancer,
Subhumans,
Albert Ayler,
Animal Collective,
Amazonics,
The Pretty Things,
Bob Dylan,
Dennis Brown,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zapp,
The Invisible,
Tears for Fears,
Essential Logic,
Robert Wyatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nas,
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scan 7,
The Raincoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marmalade,
The Slackers,
Harmonia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Davy DMX,
Alice Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Black Moon,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.