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 Finland and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bill Near to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
Magazine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eurythmics,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names,
Ultra Naté,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
David McCallum,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms,
The Pop Group,
Nico,
Barry Ungar,
Lyres,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cal Tjader,
Mad Mike,
Crooked Eye,
Liliput,
Subhumans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra,
Terry Callier,
Japan,
Maurizio,
Radiohead,
John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doors,
Hoover,
Mandrill,
The Five Americans,
Rites of Spring,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
K-Klass,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Mills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moss Icon,
cv313,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minor Threat,
Pere Ubu,
Lucky Dragons,
Aural Exciters,
The Red Krayola,
Soul II Soul,
Black Pus,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.