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 Venezuela and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Can to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
Bauhaus,
X-Ray Spex,
Kenny Larkin,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fatback Band,
Ituana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Interpol,
Laurel Aitken,
Tom Boy,
The Trojans,
Cymande,
Basic Channel,
Nils Olav,
Michelle Simonal,
a-ha,
Blancmange,
Ossler,
Cecil Taylor,
The Litter,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
Eurythmics,
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Accadde A,
Eve St. Jones,
Sparks,
E-Dancer,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
10cc,
Guru Guru,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Aural Exciters,
Black Flag,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun City Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.