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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Swell Maps to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Silicon Teens,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Clarke,
Bauhaus,
Q and Not U,
B.T. Express,
Inner City,
The Names,
Jawbox,
Shoche,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sixth Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Malaria!,
10cc,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rotary Connection,
Interpol,
Erykah Badu,
Hasil Adkins,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smoke,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masters at Work,
Procol Harum,
Circle Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Cal Tjader,
Nirvana,
Bronski Beat,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
Black Pus,
The Tremeloes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronan,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Fraelich,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons,
Swell Maps,
Simply Red,
Stiv Bators,
Fluxion,
Nico,
Erasure,
Oblivians,
UT,
Stetsasonic,
Iggy Pop,
The Motions,
Dawn Penn,
Godley & Creme,
Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.