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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Accadde A,
Audionom,
Robert Hood,
Rotary Connection,
Marmalade,
Mars,
Robert Görl,
The Kinks,
Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smoke,
Jacques Brel,
David Axelrod,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxette,
Alice Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Agitation Free,
F. McDonald,
The Five Americans,
Urselle,
The Move,
The Victims,
R.M.O.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minor Threat,
Letta Mbulu,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Raincoats,
Reagan Youth,
Man Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
The Grass Roots,
Pere Ubu,
The Techniques,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yellowson,
Bill Near,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Desert Stars,
Slave,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.