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 Honduras and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Soul Sonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Slits,
The United States of America,
A Certain Ratio,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ossler,
Erykah Badu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Move,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
Funkadelic,
Janne Schatter,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Nils Olav,
Q65,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Fraelich,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flipper,
Shoche,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
D'Angelo,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ponytail,
Procol Harum,
Masters at Work,
Public Enemy,
Pylon,
Yusef Lateef,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Copeland,
Rufus Thomas,
Index,
Fela Kuti,
Television Personalities,
AZ,
Yazoo,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The American Breed,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joensuu 1685,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mummies,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.