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 Tajikistan and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Danielle Patucci to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Smooth,
The New Christs,
Alice Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Los Fastidios,
The Motions,
Lightning Bolt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alphaville,
Harmonia,
Hasil Adkins,
Barbara Tucker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Judy Mowatt,
Ohio Players,
Kas Product,
D'Angelo,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers,
Warsaw,
Sugar Minott,
This Heat,
Scratch Acid,
Skarface,
PIL,
Peter and Kerry,
Eve St. Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Howard Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Fraelich,
48th St. Collective,
Severed Heads,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalann,
Sixth Finger,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
Peter & Gordon,
8 Eyed Spy,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Audionom,
the Soft Cell,
the Human League,
The Busters,
Gichy Dan,
The Five Americans,
Slave,
Mr. Review,
Au Pairs,
The Invisible,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.