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 Finland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harmonia to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spandau Ballet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
The Move,
Mantronix,
Clear Light,
Ronan,
The Shadows of Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
Masters at Work,
T.S.O.L.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terry Callier,
Neu!,
Dark Day,
The Residents,
MC5,
Davy DMX,
Wire,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
The Five Americans,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
OOIOO,
The Music Machine,
Marc Almond,
Oneida,
Piero Umiliani,
Pulsallama,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lyres,
T. Rex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Au Pairs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minnie Riperton,
Deakin,
Tres Demented,
the Bar-Kays,
Flipper,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pet Shop Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Machine,
Echospace,
Supertramp,
Mission of Burma,
The Stooges,
E-Dancer,
X-Ray Spex,
Franke,
The Velvet Underground,
Reuben Wilson,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.