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 Ukraine and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Ice-T to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Sun Ra,
The Saints,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Altered Images,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül II,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Standells,
Jeff Lynne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
In Retrospect,
Groovy Waters,
Skriet,
Skarface,
Barrington Levy,
Desert Stars,
Unwound,
The Residents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aloha Tigers,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kenny Larkin,
Duran Duran,
Janne Schatter,
Sonic Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Golliwogs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Piero Umiliani,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Supertramp,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
Icehouse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roger Hodgson,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
Bill Wells,
Newcleus,
John Lydon,
Kayak,
Althea and Donna,
Monolake,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.