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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Barry Ungar to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Erasure,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Green,
Mars,
The Five Americans,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Talk Talk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Subhumans,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arcadia,
Cymande,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unwound,
Peter and Kerry,
The Litter,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blake Baxter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nils Olav,
Tres Demented,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sight & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Hood,
Rapeman,
Adolescents,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slackers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Procol Harum,
Vainqueur,
PIL,
It's A Beautiful Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
48th St. Collective,
Schoolly D,
Moby Grape,
Dawn Penn,
Gang of Four,
Derrick May,
Thompson Twins,
Eve St. Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.