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 China and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Zero Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Buzzcocks,
Parry Music,
Quadrant,
EPMD,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
Scott Walker,
the Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fire Engines,
Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Aswad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül II,
Fad Gadget,
The Durutti Column,
Amazonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donny Hathaway,
R.M.O.,
Smog,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra,
Q65,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Busters,
Eden Ahbez,
Qualms,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smoke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Circle Jerks,
The Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronnie Foster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Wake,
Depeche Mode,
Joensuu 1685,
The American Breed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neu!,
Mandrill,
Radiohead,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Newcleus,
Bill Near,
Eurythmics,
OOIOO,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.