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 Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Neil Young,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bush Tetras,
Neu!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camberwell Now,
Subhumans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pop Group,
Tom Boy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Adolescents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalann,
T. Rex,
Harry Pussy,
World's Most,
Erasure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pussy Galore,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Laurel Aitken,
New Order,
Blake Baxter,
Prince Buster,
David McCallum,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers,
MDC,
Warsaw,
Brick,
The Residents,
Marmalade,
Q and Not U,
Warren Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mark Hollis,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gories,
The Associates,
Sugar Minott,
Morten Harket,
Roxette,
The Count Five,
AZ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.