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 Brunei and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rod Modell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Sound,
Agitation Free,
The Invisible,
Cluster,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey,
Agent Orange,
Kas Product,
10cc,
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
Royal Trux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lakeside,
Mr. Review,
Kool Moe Dee,
Symarip,
Masters at Work,
Scrapy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Flag,
Radio Birdman,
Sugar Minott,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
Skarface,
Harry Pussy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Wake,
Dark Day,
The Moleskins,
Crooked Eye,
The Young Rascals,
Grey Daturas,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül II,
Soul II Soul,
Basic Channel,
Television Personalities,
The Slits,
The Fugs,
Duran Duran,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Darondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barrington Levy,
Maurizio,
Roxy Music,
MDC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Qualms,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.