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 Micronesia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Cybotron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
John Foxx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mandrill,
The Trojans,
Lindisfarne,
Yaz,
Basic Channel,
Scan 7,
Lower 48,
Black Sheep,
Warsaw,
Goldenarms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
The Neon Judgement,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Seeds,
John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dirtbombs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Steve Hackett,
Adolescents,
The Last Poets,
The Real Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru,
Deakin,
Juan Atkins,
The Raincoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Bourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lungfish,
Yazoo,
L. Decosne,
The Fortunes,
Blossom Toes,
Infiniti,
Colin Newman,
Talk Talk,
The Young Rascals,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion,
This Heat,
Kas Product,
Interpol,
Wally Richardson,
Harmonia,
Laurel Aitken,
the Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.