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 South Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kayak to the rock 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Graham Central Station,
Unrelated Segments,
Dual Sessions,
Section 25,
The Cure,
Quando Quango,
Camouflage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7,
Yazoo,
Minny Pops,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cal Tjader,
Ice-T,
Minor Threat,
Television,
The Monochrome Set,
H. Thieme,
Babytalk,
The Tremeloes,
Black Sheep,
Aaron Thompson,
Icehouse,
The Golliwogs,
Gong,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moby Grape,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
Arab on Radar,
Ponytail,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Clear Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blackbyrds,
Interpol,
John Holt,
Ronnie Foster,
Carl Craig,
Wasted Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funky Four + One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pierre Henry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Normal,
Eric Dolphy,
The Wake,
The Standells,
The Buckinghams,
Japan,
Fugazi,
the Sonics,
Radiohead,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.