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 Mongolia and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
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 oboe 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 John Holt to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Unwound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Leonard Cohen,
Tears for Fears,
Fear,
Bauhaus,
Guru Guru,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cybotron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Qualms,
Zapp,
Main Source,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Lynne,
Hasil Adkins,
Byron Stingily,
Morten Harket,
The Saints,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June Days,
Alison Limerick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deakin,
Cal Tjader,
The Cowsills,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
The Trojans,
Robert Wyatt,
Jawbox,
Ice-T,
Public Enemy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Pantytec,
Average White Band,
Joy Division,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Association,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smoke,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Inner City,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
Franke,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.