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 Montenegro and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Eddi Front,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joey Negro,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
Audionom,
Faust,
Yazoo,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young,
Don Cherry,
The Pop Group,
Drive Like Jehu,
Severed Heads,
Pierre Henry,
Blossom Toes,
Laurel Aitken,
Lyres,
Tommy Roe,
Brass Construction,
The Cramps,
Angry Samoans,
The Slackers,
New Age Steppers,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maurizio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-101,
Gabor Szabo,
The J.B.'s,
Erasure,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
Spandau Ballet,
Los Fastidios,
The Divine Comedy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oblivians,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Rundgren,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
Nico,
Derrick May,
Fatback Band,
Metal Thangz,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.