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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Davy DMX to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Pus,
Franke,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
Infiniti,
Moebius,
Gong,
Carl Craig,
Delta 5,
Excepter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magma,
the Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
The Moleskins,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Ornette Coleman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
In Retrospect,
Newcleus,
Ludus,
Soft Cell,
Visage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
Gang Green,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Teasers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Circle Jerks,
The Toasters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
Symarip,
Jeff Mills,
Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Negative Approach,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
Mo-Dettes,
Wings,
the Slits,
Fatback Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.