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 Montenegro and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Scott Walker to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Janne Schatter,
the Association,
MC5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grauzone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Royal Trux,
Easy Going,
The Doors,
Crime,
Skaos,
Wally Richardson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Toni Rubio,
Joensuu 1685,
June Days,
Interpol,
In Retrospect,
China Crisis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Style,
Althea and Donna,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rufus Thomas,
Popol Vuh,
Angry Samoans,
Piero Umiliani,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
48th St. Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Neu!,
Mantronix,
Colin Newman,
The New Christs,
Magazine,
Hasil Adkins,
The Offenders,
Al Stewart,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oblivians,
The Sonics,
The Evens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Byron Stingily,
Ornette Coleman,
Mandrill,
Archie Shepp,
Minnie Riperton,
Make Up,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ossler,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.