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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 The Martian to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Gang Starr,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Offenders,
Eden Ahbez,
Letta Mbulu,
Barry Ungar,
Arthur Verocai,
Godley & Creme,
Livin' Joy,
Skarface,
Wasted Youth,
The Five Americans,
Ice-T,
Pussy Galore,
Surgeon,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
The Standells,
Urselle,
The American Breed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Eating Sloth,
EPMD,
Rekid,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Red Krayola,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
Liliput,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx,
Robert Wyatt,
Negative Approach,
Albert Ayler,
Marvin Gaye,
Excepter,
Rod Modell,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
The Happenings,
Aaron Thompson,
Babytalk,
Mars,
The Kinks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Saints,
Los Fastidios,
Zapp,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Hood,
The Skatalites,
Wings,
a-ha,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.