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 Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Man Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Q and Not U,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
DJ Style,
Crispy Ambulance,
Das Ding,
Suicide,
Yaz,
Flipper,
Visage,
Boogie Down Productions,
OOIOO,
Wire,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thee Headcoats,
D'Angelo,
Blossom Toes,
Franke,
Scratch Acid,
Nirvana,
Toni Rubio,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
June Days,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Associates,
Schoolly D,
LL Cool J,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
The Stooges,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alton Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Dorothy Ashby,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Busters,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Foxx,
Roxy Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Japan,
The Star Department,
Excepter,
The Trojans,
Newcleus,
Deakin,
Slick Rick,
Sight & Sound,
Boredoms,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blancmange,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.