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 Hungary and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brand Nubian to the punk 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Gun Club,
Flamin' Groovies,
Khruangbin,
The Saints,
Sällskapet,
Isaac Hayes,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Underground Resistance,
Peter and Kerry,
Camouflage,
X-Ray Spex,
Donny Hathaway,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Icehouse,
Technova,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
Ohio Players,
Letta Mbulu,
Hoover,
UT,
David McCallum,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
Television,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Fraelich,
Cluster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Main Source,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
The Dirtbombs,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
The Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Aaron Thompson,
Kayak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dual Sessions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ice-T,
Malaria!,
Surgeon,
The Dave Clark Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light,
Robert Hood,
Dead Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.