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 Tonga and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
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 linndrum 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Desert Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Magazine,
Arthur Verocai,
the Association,
Sister Nancy,
Oblivians,
LL Cool J,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ossler,
The Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Kurtis Blow,
Yellowson,
Rites of Spring,
Hashim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joey Negro,
Brothers Johnson,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
The Zeros,
Connie Case,
Porter Ricks,
The Vogues,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Five Americans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Pus,
The Litter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mission of Burma,
Deakin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agent Orange,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
Scientists,
Tom Boy,
The Gories,
Tommy Roe,
K-Klass,
Anthony Braxton,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
New Age Steppers,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
Cameo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marmalade,
The Doors,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.