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 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Hoover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pop Group,
Groovy Waters,
The Busters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mandrill,
The Barracudas,
La Düsseldorf,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Erykah Badu,
Mars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
The Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Marvin Gaye,
Babytalk,
The Wake,
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fugazi,
The Searchers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mummies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fad Gadget,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Trumans Water,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Wyatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Hill,
Mr. Review,
Monolake,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magma,
Interpol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quantec,
Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neu!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Supertramp,
Gang Green,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gong,
The Martian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joyce Sims,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.