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 the UAE and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Bill Near to the punk 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Minny Pops,
Pagans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Basic Channel,
David Bowie,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
Wings,
Minor Threat,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rod Modell,
Siglo XX,
Easy Going,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Sherman,
Grauzone,
Aaron Thompson,
Royal Trux,
Skarface,
Arthur Verocai,
Donald Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
Iggy Pop,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Toasters,
Kayak,
Duran Duran,
Stetsasonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Bar-Kays,
The Last Poets,
Fad Gadget,
Blossom Toes,
The Moleskins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bush Tetras,
Symarip,
Archie Shepp,
New York Dolls,
Don Cherry,
Soft Cell,
Magma,
Pierre Henry,
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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.