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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 Agitation Free to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Dead C,
Delta 5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Saints,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oneida,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sixth Finger,
Television,
The Doors,
DNA,
Bronski Beat,
David Axelrod,
Todd Rundgren,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
Darondo,
Can,
Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Human League,
Byron Stingily,
ABC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hashim,
Bluetip,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Scratch Acid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick Morgan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Barracudas,
Barbara Tucker,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Martian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Walker Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultravox,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy,
Danielle Patucci,
Porter Ricks,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.