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 Vietnam and from New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron 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?
Althea and Donna,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Wake,
The Last Poets,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter and Kerry,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
Index,
Lower 48,
The Invisible,
Los Fastidios,
Youth Brigade,
Boredoms,
Dennis Brown,
Alphaville,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nik Kershaw,
the Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiohead,
Masters at Work,
The Trojans,
Kool Moe Dee,
a-ha,
Deakin,
The Fugs,
Nico,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-102,
Technova,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Second Layer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ornette Coleman,
Gichy Dan,
Erykah Badu,
The Fall,
Bill Wells,
Minor Threat,
June of 44,
James White and The Blacks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Franke,
Jeff Lynne,
Drexciya,
Fela Kuti,
Bluetip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.