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 Bhutan and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Outsiders,
Chrome,
Tommy Roe,
EPMD,
Youth Brigade,
The Raincoats,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Schoolly D,
Alphaville,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra,
AZ,
The Cure,
Pulsallama,
the Germs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Slits,
Section 25,
The Stooges,
The Cramps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terry Callier,
Minutemen,
Nils Olav,
Rod Modell,
Basic Channel,
Derrick Morgan,
The Evens,
Mantronix,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
Johnny Osbourne,
cv313,
The Count Five,
Fatback Band,
The Selecter,
Bill Near,
Chris & Cosey,
Minny Pops,
A Certain Ratio,
Godley & Creme,
Eli Mardock,
Lyres,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-101,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.