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 Ecuador and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ice-T to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Bob Dylan,
Franke,
Crime,
Hashim,
Simply Red,
The Saints,
The Divine Comedy,
Sarah Menescal,
the Swans,
PIL,
Rapeman,
Wally Richardson,
Deepchord,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Christie,
The Slackers,
The Fuzztones,
The Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Accadde A,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Hill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nik Kershaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Pole,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
Q65,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Eating Sloth,
Y Pants,
Ice-T,
The Slits,
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scion,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Remains,
Tubeway Army,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bluetip,
Arthur Verocai,
Supertramp,
The Techniques,
Khruangbin,
JFA,
Qualms,
Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spandau Ballet,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Oneida,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.