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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Sneak,
cv313,
Mantronix,
Arcadia,
Soft Cell,
Television,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls,
Faraquet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
Judy Mowatt,
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Ossler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Copeland,
The Fugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Count Five,
Dual Sessions,
The New Christs,
Hoover,
Barrington Levy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agent Orange,
Anakelly,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ponytail,
a-ha,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bob Dylan,
Suicide,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
Black Sheep,
Brick,
John Lydon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
Harmonia,
Todd Rundgren,
Dark Day,
Pulsallama,
The Birthday Party,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monks,
Monolake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skriet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.