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 Poland and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 T.S.O.L. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Model 500,
a-ha,
the Bar-Kays,
Arcadia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magazine,
the Slits,
Schoolly D,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fat Boys,
David Bowie,
Glambeats Corp.,
Babytalk,
The Barracudas,
Slick Rick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe,
X-102,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter & Gordon,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Buzzcocks,
Deadbeat,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Leonard Cohen,
Danielle Patucci,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Five Americans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Prince Buster,
Das Ding,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Procol Harum,
Gregory Isaacs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tubeway Army,
Main Source,
Laurel Aitken,
The Evens,
Can,
The Offenders,
Janne Schatter,
KRS-One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Litter,
Sixth Finger,
The Toasters,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.