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 Guyana and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 Pharoah Sanders to the electroclash 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sugar Minott,
L. Decosne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Underground Resistance,
Television Personalities,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Moon,
Siglo XX,
The Grass Roots,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
In Retrospect,
The Slackers,
Neu!,
Wasted Youth,
Hashim,
Heaven 17,
Fela Kuti,
Bad Manners,
Todd Terry,
Sandy B,
Neil Young,
Chris & Cosey,
the Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moleskins,
Animal Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grauzone,
Pagans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Misunderstood,
Kas Product,
Jeff Mills,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pop Group,
Smog,
Erasure,
Pole,
Warren Ellis,
Flipper,
The Last Poets,
The Associates,
The Five Americans,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funky Four + One,
Quantec,
New Order,
Babytalk,
The Wake,
Skaos,
Ludus,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.