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 Lebanon and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Derrick May to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monks,
Massinfluence,
Section 25,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
Sarah Menescal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Darondo,
The Standells,
David Bowie,
Rakim,
Japan,
Fela Kuti,
Sister Nancy,
Yaz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Model 500,
U.S. Maple,
Parry Music,
Infiniti,
Wire,
Bobby Sherman,
Stiv Bators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Wells,
Eve St. Jones,
Cybotron,
Kerri Chandler,
Archie Shepp,
Cluster,
Cal Tjader,
Lyres,
Tom Boy,
Piero Umiliani,
Desert Stars,
Ludus,
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
Mo-Dettes,
Davy DMX,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suburban Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bob Dylan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
The Cramps,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.