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 Cameroon and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Cheater Slicks to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Fear,
Section 25,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Young Marble Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Symarip,
Bobby Sherman,
Subhumans,
The Skatalites,
Tommy Roe,
Blancmange,
Porter Ricks,
Bush Tetras,
The Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ituana,
Niagra,
10cc,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Bobby Byrd,
June Days,
Circle Jerks,
Fat Boys,
The United States of America,
Swell Maps,
Byron Stingily,
Moebius,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nas,
Roger Hodgson,
Little Man,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cure,
In Retrospect,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Negative Approach,
U.S. Maple,
Nik Kershaw,
Rufus Thomas,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Teasers,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
World's Most,
The Monks,
Quantec,
Black Sheep,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
FM Einheit,
The Residents,
Pussy Galore,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.