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 Liberia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Ituana,
Juan Atkins,
Albert Ayler,
Heaven 17,
Basic Channel,
Morten Harket,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
Magma,
48th St. Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
The Misunderstood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Davy DMX,
Flipper,
Funky Four + One,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Style,
Thompson Twins,
Peter & Gordon,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
Crash Course in Science,
Infiniti,
Gichy Dan,
Toni Rubio,
Excepter,
Qualms,
Arcadia,
Faraquet,
Dennis Brown,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick May,
The Wake,
Spandau Ballet,
10cc,
Andrew Hill,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy,
Index,
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader,
The J.B.'s,
K-Klass,
Todd Terry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Rundgren,
Byron Stingily,
Stetsasonic,
Visage,
Organ,
June Days,
Parry Music,
Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.