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 Malawi and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Barbara Tucker to the techno 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Trojans,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Lynne,
Barry Ungar,
Donny Hathaway,
Blossom Toes,
This Heat,
The Mojo Men,
Pulsallama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
Gang of Four,
KRS-One,
Monks,
Q and Not U,
Gong,
Lindisfarne,
Terry Callier,
The Human League,
Duran Duran,
Negative Approach,
The Doors,
Bill Near,
Agitation Free,
Ultravox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Pylon,
Ultra Naté,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aswad,
Cymande,
Pole,
Danielle Patucci,
Unwound,
Robert Görl,
Average White Band,
Public Enemy,
Albert Ayler,
Ken Boothe,
Silicon Teens,
Das Ding,
Franke,
Radiohead,
Spoonie Gee,
Yusef Lateef,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
The Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.