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 Angola and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Minnie Riperton to the grime 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
The Star Department,
Drexciya,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faraquet,
Vladislav Delay,
Rapeman,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
Khruangbin,
Groovy Waters,
Joey Negro,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Wells,
Archie Shepp,
The Saints,
The Real Kids,
Amazonics,
The Techniques,
Section 25,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chrome,
The Fall,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reuben Wilson,
Yazoo,
Rotary Connection,
Harmonia,
Agent Orange,
Cybotron,
Swans,
Hardrive,
X-Ray Spex,
Urselle,
Dead Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Evens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moody Blues,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Adolescents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Oneida,
Chris & Cosey,
The Litter,
Lindisfarne,
Sandy B,
China Crisis,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.