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 Gabon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
B.T. Express,
Cluster,
Fela Kuti,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deepchord,
T.S.O.L.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cybotron,
Boz Scaggs,
Massinfluence,
Ludus,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Godley & Creme,
Yaz,
Janne Schatter,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Ken Boothe,
The Blackbyrds,
Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skarface,
Cecil Taylor,
Mad Mike,
The Black Dice,
Gichy Dan,
This Heat,
Archie Shepp,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Hood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Association,
Organ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young,
Visage,
Iggy Pop,
Blake Baxter,
Theoretical Girls,
Skriet,
The Martian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Seeds,
The Selecter,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick May,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
Lou Christie,
the Germs,
Smog,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.