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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Kerrie Biddell to the jazz 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Max Romeo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mummies,
Country Teasers,
Outsiders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Sherman,
Pierre Henry,
The Knickerbockers,
Graham Central Station,
Niagra,
The New Christs,
Marvin Gaye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donny Hathaway,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May,
Schoolly D,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
The Stooges,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eli Mardock,
Altered Images,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Loose Ends,
Can,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia,
Funky Four + One,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Henry Cow,
OOIOO,
Grey Daturas,
Das Ding,
James White and The Blacks,
The Happenings,
Rod Modell,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
Sound Behaviour,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Certain Ratio,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.