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 South Africa and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Mars,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shoche,
Los Fastidios,
Skriet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Bowie,
The Last Poets,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zapp,
Eden Ahbez,
New York Dolls,
The Young Rascals,
The Gun Club,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cecil Taylor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxy Music,
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Bourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Arcadia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reuben Wilson,
Leonard Cohen,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare,
Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Cybotron,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Terry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suicide,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agent Orange,
Black Flag,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
Blake Baxter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lee Hazlewood,
June Days,
New Order,
Nick Fraelich,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.