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 Hungary and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 ABC to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Max Romeo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Clarke,
Gong,
Lalann,
The New Christs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unrelated Segments,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Procol Harum,
Sun City Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Terrestrial Tones,
Leonard Cohen,
T. Rex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ice-T,
The Star Department,
Derrick Morgan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
Talk Talk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
Pere Ubu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DNA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tears for Fears,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maurizio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
Newcleus,
This Heat,
Motorama,
Saccharine Trust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nirvana,
Jacob Miller,
Godley & Creme,
MDC,
Rapeman,
The Gun Club,
Fatback Band,
Q65,
Eve St. Jones,
Television,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.