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 Cambodia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rock 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxy Music,
John Lydon,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Main Source,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nils Olav,
Byron Stingily,
Franke,
Crooked Eye,
K-Klass,
Guru Guru,
Inner City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Parry Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reuben Wilson,
Cheater Slicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Connie Case,
Japan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
Half Japanese,
Deepchord,
F. McDonald,
The Mummies,
Sixth Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
Depeche Mode,
Underground Resistance,
Hardrive,
The Star Department,
The Music Machine,
Jandek,
EPMD,
Moss Icon,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
Dave Gahan,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unwound,
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
The Toasters,
Nico,
Popol Vuh,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.