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 Costa Rica and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Derrick Morgan,
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops,
David Axelrod,
DJ Sneak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Don Cherry,
The Monochrome Set,
Rod Modell,
Minor Threat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
D'Angelo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cramps,
Agitation Free,
This Heat,
Roxette,
Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brand Nubian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia,
the Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fad Gadget,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
Scan 7,
Lindisfarne,
Peter and Kerry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Archie Shepp,
K-Klass,
Depeche Mode,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Terry,
Quadrant,
Colin Newman,
Y Pants,
Chrome,
Andrew Hill,
Patti Smith,
Marine Girls,
Magazine,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Ronan,
AZ,
The Red Krayola,
The Busters,
Mandrill,
Soft Machine,
the Swans,
Newcleus,
KRS-One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.