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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lindisfarne to the rap 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacques Brel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ponytail,
Reuben Wilson,
The Black Dice,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick Morgan,
Oneida,
Das Ding,
The Doors,
Judy Mowatt,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
The Cowsills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Pussy Galore,
Fugazi,
X-Ray Spex,
Iggy Pop,
Flash Fearless,
Mission of Burma,
Kevin Saunderson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minutemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
Brand Nubian,
Mr. Review,
Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
The Invisible,
The Five Americans,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Vogues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quantec,
Roxette,
Sex Pistols,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joy Division,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gichy Dan,
Essential Logic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thompson Twins,
Deakin,
The Move,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siglo XX,
Pantaleimon,
Radio Birdman,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.