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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 H. Thieme to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Names,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Peter and Kerry,
Minny Pops,
The Raincoats,
Sonic Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Symarip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brass Construction,
Sixth Finger,
Erasure,
Wings,
Yellowson,
Magma,
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
Quadrant,
Eddi Front,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lyres,
Prince Buster,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
Model 500,
Minor Threat,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rod Modell,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gladiators,
Dark Day,
Hardrive,
Danielle Patucci,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
David Axelrod,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boz Scaggs,
Easy Going,
T. Rex,
The Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
June Days,
Los Fastidios,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.