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 Thailand and from New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Gang of Four to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxy Music,
Reagan Youth,
The Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hashim,
The Dead C,
Accadde A,
Black Bananas,
Patti Smith,
Yazoo,
48th St. Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gories,
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Hot Snakes,
Faust,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zapp,
Eurythmics,
Hoover,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers,
Babytalk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aural Exciters,
The Victims,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Vogues,
Grey Daturas,
Slick Rick,
Country Teasers,
Jawbox,
The Cowsills,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
Lyres,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
The Standells,
The Blackbyrds,
Sight & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Cal Tjader,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alison Limerick,
The Blues Magoos,
Dead Boys,
China Crisis,
Essential Logic,
Japan,
The Mummies,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.