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 Mali and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 T.S.O.L. to the jazz 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Alphaville,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lower 48,
The Mummies,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
Magazine,
Sarah Menescal,
Motorama,
The Smoke,
Sight & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Ten City,
Stetsasonic,
Franke,
Country Teasers,
Y Pants,
Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Khruangbin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maurizio,
Reuben Wilson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
JFA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lyres,
The Litter,
Joyce Sims,
Qualms,
The Index,
Fluxion,
Brick,
Bronski Beat,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Hill,
Infiniti,
Roger Hodgson,
Zapp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kayak,
Fugazi,
The Beau Brummels,
Drexciya,
Ken Boothe,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.