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 Oman and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Fluxion to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fad Gadget,
Sight & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young,
48th St. Collective,
Drexciya,
Cecil Taylor,
Amazonics,
Supertramp,
The Tremeloes,
Sällskapet,
Heaven 17,
Warren Ellis,
Model 500,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers,
Fat Boys,
Main Source,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
The Fuzztones,
Tommy Roe,
cv313,
Deadbeat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gap Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
The Pretty Things,
Erykah Badu,
Babytalk,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Star Department,
Dawn Penn,
Easy Going,
The Motions,
Anakelly,
Connie Case,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare,
Dave Gahan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tom Boy,
Au Pairs,
Gastr Del Sol,
James White and The Blacks,
Graham Central Station,
Piero Umiliani,
Groovy Waters,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Clear Light,
The Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.