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 Senegal and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 Negative Approach to the dance 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris Corsano,
The Fuzztones,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pulsallama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boredoms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Malaria!,
H. Thieme,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
Khruangbin,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
Sällskapet,
Easy Going,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ossler,
Soul II Soul,
James White and The Blacks,
F. McDonald,
John Foxx,
Camberwell Now,
Reagan Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Lakeside,
Funkadelic,
The J.B.'s,
Joensuu 1685,
Section 25,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anakelly,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Teasers,
Soft Machine,
Wire,
The Misunderstood,
Isaac Hayes,
Subhumans,
Wasted Youth,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.