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 Sudan and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 ABC to the techno 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Audionom,
the Swans,
Scion,
Wings,
UT,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
Icehouse,
cv313,
Spoonie Gee,
Jandek,
Alphaville,
Sixth Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Mandrill,
Heaven 17,
Gang Starr,
X-101,
The Red Krayola,
kango's stein massive,
The Associates,
The United States of America,
Drexciya,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moleskins,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agitation Free,
CMW,
Pere Ubu,
Lalann,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
The Mojo Men,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Mills,
Shuggie Otis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Darondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
L. Decosne,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Bar-Kays,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Osbourne,
China Crisis,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.