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 Morocco and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Carl Craig to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Womack,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantaleimon,
T.S.O.L.,
Babytalk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Supertramp,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Hill,
Graham Central Station,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronan,
The Associates,
Rites of Spring,
Thompson Twins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Trumans Water,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flash Fearless,
Rod Modell,
June Days,
In Retrospect,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joey Negro,
The Blackbyrds,
The Barracudas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quando Quango,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fugazi,
Livin' Joy,
Tubeway Army,
PIL,
The Tremeloes,
Scientists,
MC5,
La Düsseldorf,
Franke,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
H. Thieme,
The Residents,
Echospace,
Jawbox,
Marc Almond,
Harmonia,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.