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 Panama and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Maurizio to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Kas Product,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shoche,
Kerrie Biddell,
Whodini,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
U.S. Maple,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
New York Dolls,
Susan Cadogan,
Infiniti,
DJ Sneak,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gun Club,
June of 44,
Robert Görl,
Hoover,
Lou Christie,
a-ha,
Zero Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Roger Hodgson,
AZ,
Amazonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
Marmalade,
Drexciya,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Massinfluence,
Radio Birdman,
Don Cherry,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott Heron,
EPMD,
Livin' Joy,
Bang On A Can,
The Litter,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monks,
Ultravox,
Spandau Ballet,
Yellowson,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.