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 Mauritania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Talk Talk to the techno 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kaleidoscope,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Pylon,
Crime,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry's Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shoche,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slackers,
Das Ding,
James Chance & The Contortions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
B.T. Express,
Derrick Morgan,
Magma,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minor Threat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dead C,
The Five Americans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Nico,
The Grass Roots,
The Saints,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Theoretical Girls,
Bronski Beat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drexciya,
Q65,
The Neon Judgement,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lindisfarne,
Sight & Sound,
Urselle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suburban Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
Sixth Finger,
Technova,
New York Dolls,
Malaria!,
Funkadelic,
Oblivians,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.