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 Qatar and from New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Techniques,
Fad Gadget,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500,
Metal Thangz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
Guru Guru,
Sparks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
World's Most,
Swell Maps,
Man Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Tears for Fears,
Aaron Thompson,
Pole,
The Toasters,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shoche,
Slick Rick,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Zeros,
Clear Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hoover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
Neil Young,
James White and The Blacks,
Marmalade,
Dual Sessions,
OOIOO,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glenn Branca,
Smog,
In Retrospect,
Y Pants,
Ultra Naté,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Von Mondo,
LL Cool J,
Crime,
The Happenings,
Kas Product,
The Blues Magoos,
Mandrill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.