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 Kazakhstan and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bauhaus to the rap 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Q65,
The Red Krayola,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erykah Badu,
The Young Rascals,
Magma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
Gong,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bob Dylan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Germs,
Man Parrish,
Unwound,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product,
Ituana,
Pussy Galore,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brand Nubian,
Rites of Spring,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fuzztones,
Rekid,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Babytalk,
Bootsy Collins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ten City,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
Intrusion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Freddie Wadling,
Flipper,
Arab on Radar,
ABC,
The Star Department,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Ludus,
Swell Maps,
Sixth Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick May,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Marmalade,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Archie Shepp,
Alison Limerick,
Colin Newman,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.