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 Zimbabwe and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Wolf Eyes to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Leaves,
Charles Mingus,
Scan 7,
Smog,
Whodini,
Graham Central Station,
Inner City,
Joe Smooth,
X-102,
Camouflage,
Sixth Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Steve Hackett,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
Eurythmics,
Crime,
Von Mondo,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sparks,
Fear,
Faust,
Masters at Work,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fall,
Godley & Creme,
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warsaw,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Christie,
Tim Buckley,
The Doors,
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth,
Quantec,
Morten Harket,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Flag,
Cecil Taylor,
The United States of America,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
The Toasters,
Kaleidoscope,
The Knickerbockers,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unrelated Segments,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.