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 Mexico 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 ABBA to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
R.M.O.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thompson Twins,
CMW,
Franke,
Avey Tare,
The Wake,
Lungfish,
Mars,
KRS-One,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Morten Harket,
Donald Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Porter Ricks,
The Searchers,
The Standells,
Archie Shepp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Leonard Cohen,
Warsaw,
The American Breed,
Unrelated Segments,
Jandek,
Rosa Yemen,
Liliput,
Harry Pussy,
Darondo,
The Remains,
The Dead C,
Neu!,
Cluster,
The Human League,
The Gladiators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan,
Eli Mardock,
Siglo XX,
Monolake,
Public Enemy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Isaac Hayes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
The Divine Comedy,
Danielle Patucci,
Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Masters at Work,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Rundgren,
Mandrill,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.