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 Brazil and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Gregory Isaacs to the techno 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Ken Boothe,
Massinfluence,
Joy Division,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joyce Sims,
Brand Nubian,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Techniques,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric B and Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
H. Thieme,
Lightning Bolt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
June Days,
Ronnie Foster,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Urselle,
JFA,
Lyres,
Amon Düül,
Blake Baxter,
Marine Girls,
Ultravox,
The Misunderstood,
the Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Bob Dylan,
Drexciya,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms,
The Smiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q and Not U,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
China Crisis,
Desert Stars,
The Gladiators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smoke,
Jacques Brel,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pylon,
Liliput,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.