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 China and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Scrapy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
China Crisis,
The Leaves,
Fad Gadget,
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Five Americans,
Marine Girls,
Drexciya,
Basic Channel,
Swans,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Easy Going,
Erasure,
Ludus,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television Personalities,
Motorama,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mad Mike,
Nils Olav,
Echospace,
Desert Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Panda Bear,
Janne Schatter,
The Dirtbombs,
Visage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Pulsallama,
Suburban Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Camouflage,
New Age Steppers,
Jandek,
Circle Jerks,
Monolake,
Scott Walker,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman,
Funkadelic,
Lindisfarne,
Mo-Dettes,
The Real Kids,
Faust,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.