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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Jeff Mills,
Erykah Badu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wally Richardson,
T. Rex,
The Sound,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
cv313,
Japan,
Mo-Dettes,
Scion,
the Swans,
Black Moon,
Sonic Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Bourne,
Funky Four + One,
Pantytec,
Guru Guru,
Pylon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Infiniti,
The Moody Blues,
Brick,
Buzzcocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythm & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
the Germs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Siglo XX,
Scientists,
Ronan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skaos,
Soul II Soul,
Aloha Tigers,
kango's stein massive,
The Doors,
Jandek,
The Blackbyrds,
Lakeside,
Fear,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.