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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arthur Verocai to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed,
A Certain Ratio,
Subhumans,
The Gories,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronnie Foster,
Kayak,
Prince Buster,
Franke,
Pulsallama,
Yazoo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
CMW,
The Cramps,
The American Breed,
Eurythmics,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Motions,
The Dead C,
Yellowson,
Scion,
Fatback Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Inner City,
Accadde A,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Duran Duran,
Excepter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deakin,
The Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Easy Going,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
Alice Coltrane,
UT,
The Gap Band,
Pole,
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Real Kids,
Half Japanese,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Christie,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sixth Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.