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 Poland and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Bizarre Inc. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Los Fastidios,
The Leaves,
Joe Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Howard Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unwound,
Stereo Dub,
Magma,
The Wake,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths,
The Vogues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Clarke,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
Wolf Eyes,
New Order,
H. Thieme,
The Names,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
Minnie Riperton,
ABC,
Minny Pops,
The Knickerbockers,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Saints,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantytec,
Easy Going,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skaos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Count Five,
T. Rex,
Mars,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.