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 Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Saccharine Trust to the techno 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Durutti Column,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gong,
Hasil Adkins,
Ten City,
The Golliwogs,
Popol Vuh,
Brass Construction,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smiths,
Aloha Tigers,
kango's stein massive,
Black Sheep,
the Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Aaron Thompson,
Altered Images,
The Leaves,
Tomorrow,
10cc,
EPMD,
Erasure,
Con Funk Shun,
John Foxx,
The Barracudas,
Peter and Kerry,
Wolf Eyes,
E-Dancer,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
Letta Mbulu,
the Germs,
The Doors,
Parry Music,
Loose Ends,
Gang Starr,
The Detroit Cobras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Das Ding,
R.M.O.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grauzone,
This Heat,
Shuggie Otis,
Sugar Minott,
Erykah Badu,
Yaz,
OOIOO,
Delon & Dalcan,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mandrill,
Wire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Al Stewart,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.