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 Kuwait and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Agitation Free to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Nas,
Malaria!,
Radio Birdman,
Fela Kuti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Howard Jones,
Schoolly D,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Searchers,
Porter Ricks,
Roxette,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Busters,
Neil Young,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Bar-Kays,
KRS-One,
The Martian,
Eric Dolphy,
Adolescents,
Sugar Minott,
Gong,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Pet Shop Boys,
In Retrospect,
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
Section 25,
The Vogues,
Suburban Knight,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Depeche Mode,
Pagans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wasted Youth,
the Association,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rapeman,
Fugazi,
Little Man,
The Dead C,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reuben Wilson,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare,
Marine Girls,
The Offenders,
Q and Not U,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.