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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Danielle Patucci to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
June Days,
Erasure,
Josef K,
F. McDonald,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül,
Simply Red,
KRS-One,
Mandrill,
Eric Dolphy,
Dark Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eden Ahbez,
Duran Duran,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Smooth,
Audionom,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
Panda Bear,
JFA,
Inner City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faust,
This Heat,
Amazonics,
Blake Baxter,
The Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacob Miller,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker,
Barbara Tucker,
Aaron Thompson,
Faraquet,
Drive Like Jehu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rosa Yemen,
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
CMW,
Hoover,
Chris & Cosey,
The Black Dice,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantytec,
Can,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Half Japanese,
Toni Rubio,
Black Bananas,
New York Dolls,
Surgeon,
Masters at Work,
48th St. Collective,
Mars,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.