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 Korea North and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 The Remains to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
cv313,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
Yaz,
Flash Fearless,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Cheater Slicks,
Trumans Water,
Man Parrish,
David Axelrod,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Clear Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sandy B,
John Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Chris Corsano,
K-Klass,
Von Mondo,
The Real Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monolake,
Skriet,
Donny Hathaway,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Busters,
Dave Gahan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Beau Brummels,
Qualms,
Circle Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacques Brel,
Man Eating Sloth,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
Peter & Gordon,
Arab on Radar,
The Dead C,
Khruangbin,
The Litter,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
Carl Craig,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Duran Duran,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cure,
Zapp,
The Remains,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lungfish,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.