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 Serbia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Hill to the dance 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Maurizio,
Suburban Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mission of Burma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Parry Music,
Cal Tjader,
Ornette Coleman,
48th St. Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerri Chandler,
Cecil Taylor,
The Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
R.M.O.,
Negative Approach,
Liliput,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dead C,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q and Not U,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dave Gahan,
Sandy B,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pole,
Schoolly D,
Robert Wyatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Icehouse,
Supertramp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
The Martian,
Cheater Slicks,
Rekid,
FM Einheit,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drexciya,
Ultravox,
LL Cool J,
Hardrive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Suicide,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gap Band,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.