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 Norway and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stereo Dub to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
Unwound,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alphaville,
Pylon,
The Pretty Things,
The Selecter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
Accadde A,
Schoolly D,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
Popol Vuh,
James White and The Blacks,
Minny Pops,
Urselle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faust,
Lalann,
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Wings,
Motorama,
Gabor Szabo,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
Talk Talk,
Dave Gahan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Womack,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anakelly,
Symarip,
Scratch Acid,
Hardrive,
Depeche Mode,
Skriet,
Ludus,
Brand Nubian,
David Bowie,
Bob Dylan,
Bang On A Can,
Interpol,
The Residents,
The Gladiators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tomorrow,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.