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 Angola and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Khruangbin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Mills,
the Sonics,
Jandek,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Sherman,
Ice-T,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Young Rascals,
Urselle,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Outsiders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Archie Shepp,
D'Angelo,
Reagan Youth,
Marmalade,
Cymande,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Techniques,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
JFA,
Eden Ahbez,
Buzzcocks,
Cybotron,
June Days,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Kinks,
The Angels of Light,
The Doors,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mojo Men,
The Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
DNA,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl,
The Associates,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Victims,
Monolake,
Zero Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Bronski Beat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Janne Schatter,
The Smoke,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.