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 Thailand and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Selecter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The New Christs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faust,
Yazoo,
F. McDonald,
the Sonics,
The Toasters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brothers Johnson,
The Motions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Accadde A,
Deepchord,
Rites of Spring,
Theoretical Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Howard Jones,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
Oneida,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Girls At Our Best!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Altered Images,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Terry,
Panda Bear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacques Brel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Busters,
The Standells,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fear,
Kas Product,
Sarah Menescal,
Von Mondo,
Duran Duran,
Anthony Braxton,
Brass Construction,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Stooges,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalann,
Gichy Dan,
Cameo,
Pulsallama,
The Move,
Peter and Kerry,
Monolake,
The Index,
UT,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
In Retrospect,
K-Klass,
Fugazi,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.