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 Romania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Audionom 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barbara Tucker,
The Wake,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cameo,
Masters at Work,
The Walker Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Harry Pussy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Newcleus,
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Marmalade,
Gang Starr,
Public Image Ltd.,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
Eve St. Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Depeche Mode,
DNA,
ABC,
Harmonia,
Make Up,
The Cramps,
kango's stein massive,
Wasted Youth,
Von Mondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mad Mike,
Dead Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brick,
Al Stewart,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nas,
Nick Fraelich,
K-Klass,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blancmange,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warren Ellis,
June Days,
David Axelrod,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fuzztones,
Delta 5,
Albert Ayler,
This Heat,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.