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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Howard Jones to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Brand Nubian,
The Dead C,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glenn Branca,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Near,
Colin Newman,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
Thee Headcoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
The Index,
Avey Tare,
Symarip,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
Organ,
Ponytail,
The Music Machine,
Quando Quango,
Archie Shepp,
Newcleus,
Buzzcocks,
Tubeway Army,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jawbox,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
The Last Poets,
Fad Gadget,
Faraquet,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
Quadrant,
Peter & Gordon,
Barrington Levy,
Altered Images,
Ituana,
Con Funk Shun,
Adolescents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nico,
The Moleskins,
Sixth Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Sam Rivers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Essential Logic,
Duran Duran,
Arab on Radar,
the Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Unwound,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sällskapet,
The Modern Lovers,
Depeche Mode,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.