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 Papua New Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mars to the rap 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 techno 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Y Pants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-Ray Spex,
Blake Baxter,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice,
PIL,
Henry Cow,
Supertramp,
Gang Starr,
Erykah Badu,
The Litter,
Gichy Dan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barbara Tucker,
Arthur Verocai,
the Association,
The Smiths,
The Residents,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gap Band,
Toni Rubio,
Chrome,
Gabor Szabo,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
Dead Boys,
Rekid,
Hot Snakes,
Slave,
Delon & Dalcan,
Connie Case,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The J.B.'s,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Womack,
Das Ding,
Wolf Eyes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry's Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
The Buckinghams,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Animal Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Alphaville,
Gerry Rafferty,
Model 500,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Rundgren,
Al Stewart,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.