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 Lithuania 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Donny Hathaway to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
Babytalk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Animal Collective,
UT,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed,
The Pretty Things,
Aswad,
Whodini,
Sällskapet,
Amazonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Joy Division,
Essential Logic,
Todd Rundgren,
Heaven 17,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
The Motions,
Wolf Eyes,
Darondo,
Amon Düül,
The Monochrome Set,
the Association,
Main Source,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Black Moon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Görl,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arcadia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tommy Roe,
Jawbox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
JFA,
Surgeon,
Chris & Cosey,
Con Funk Shun,
Laurel Aitken,
Wings,
E-Dancer,
Rekid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cymande,
Saccharine Trust,
Mantronix,
Mission of Burma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.