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 Mexico and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Alton Ellis to the techno 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Cluster,
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
Stiv Bators,
Surgeon,
Pole,
Wasted Youth,
Crooked Eye,
ABBA,
Lou Christie,
DJ Style,
Accadde A,
B.T. Express,
Agent Orange,
X-102,
Pulsallama,
Archie Shepp,
Nico,
China Crisis,
Bluetip,
The Young Rascals,
Traffic Nightmare,
KRS-One,
The Residents,
Jeff Mills,
The Last Poets,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Saints,
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ossler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doobie Brothers,
cv313,
Lakeside,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur,
Sun City Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Technova,
Guru Guru,
Byron Stingily,
Mad Mike,
Average White Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young,
Scientists,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pere Ubu,
Jawbox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q65,
Scion,
Steve Hackett,
Warren Ellis,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.