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 Turkey and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Motions to the grunge 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Angels of Light,
Blancmange,
D'Angelo,
Boz Scaggs,
Rotary Connection,
Faust,
The Searchers,
PIL,
Dennis Brown,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Niagra,
John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Joyce Sims,
Babytalk,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
Newcleus,
New York Dolls,
Donald Byrd,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Howard Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
The J.B.'s,
Wally Richardson,
Sandy B,
the Bar-Kays,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Sheep,
ABC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MDC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
David Bowie,
Mars,
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Max Romeo,
Ultra Naté,
Inner City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barrington Levy,
The Index,
The Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacob Miller,
John Lydon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lower 48,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.