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 Finland and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jandek to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Crime,
Yazoo,
Lucky Dragons,
Bush Tetras,
Stereo Dub,
Alton Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Make Up,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cecil Taylor,
Q65,
The Martian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
the Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Intrusion,
Tears for Fears,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cheater Slicks,
Pole,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
Das Ding,
John Lydon,
Infiniti,
The Mummies,
The Knickerbockers,
Nirvana,
The Slits,
Mantronix,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare,
The Count Five,
Stetsasonic,
Roxy Music,
Blancmange,
Brass Construction,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Bananas,
Davy DMX,
The Names,
Babytalk,
Monks,
the Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Bang On A Can,
Excepter,
The Evens,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.