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 Kosovo and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Bill Near to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Masters at Work,
Agitation Free,
X-101,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Depeche Mode,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
The Young Rascals,
The Dave Clark Five,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
Pulsallama,
the Human League,
Agent Orange,
Ronan,
Minutemen,
Bobby Womack,
Skarface,
Cameo,
Don Cherry,
Judy Mowatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Hood,
Con Funk Shun,
the Germs,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Sheep,
DNA,
Eli Mardock,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythm & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Intrusion,
Japan,
Jandek,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fad Gadget,
Deakin,
Juan Atkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Rapeman,
The Five Americans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Evens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Groovy Waters,
Smog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Desert Stars,
Stiv Bators,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sixth Finger,
Kayak,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.