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 Morocco and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Whodini to the crunk 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shuggie Otis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
KRS-One,
The Smoke,
The Happenings,
Dead Boys,
The Victims,
Tim Buckley,
MDC,
The Gories,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New York Dolls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed,
EPMD,
Jeff Lynne,
Wire,
Man Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sällskapet,
The Mojo Men,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang of Four,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Josef K,
Yaz,
Sun Ra,
Magazine,
Eli Mardock,
Marvin Gaye,
The New Christs,
Scientists,
Grauzone,
Fugazi,
The Moody Blues,
Siglo XX,
Ice-T,
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light,
Thompson Twins,
Soul II Soul,
Rapeman,
Make Up,
Brothers Johnson,
Davy DMX,
The Misunderstood,
Barbara Tucker,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
Newcleus,
New Age Steppers,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.