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 Mozambique and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Zapp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Lynne,
Aswad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
10cc,
Buzzcocks,
Toni Rubio,
Connie Case,
H. Thieme,
Bluetip,
Symarip,
Zapp,
Wire,
Zero Boys,
Warsaw,
Steve Hackett,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Black Dice,
Suicide,
D'Angelo,
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Byron Stingily,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Stooges,
Dennis Brown,
David McCallum,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun City Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter & Gordon,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
Parry Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
OOIOO,
Angry Samoans,
Warren Ellis,
Sparks,
DJ Style,
Young Marble Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jawbox,
Pierre Henry,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mojo Men,
Theoretical Girls,
Anakelly,
John Holt,
Icehouse,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.