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 Niger and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stiv Bators to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doors,
Loose Ends,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
The Trojans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ice-T,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Certain Ratio,
One Last Wish,
Wally Richardson,
Eve St. Jones,
Smog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Goldenarms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Idris Muhammad,
Maurizio,
Silicon Teens,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy Collins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Khruangbin,
T.S.O.L.,
Drexciya,
The Black Dice,
The Vogues,
Little Man,
The Associates,
Von Mondo,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pylon,
The Five Americans,
X-Ray Spex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Almond,
The Gladiators,
Alphaville,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grauzone,
Livin' Joy,
Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.