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 Turkey and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Roger Hodgson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Smooth,
the Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
Rod Modell,
Von Mondo,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Robert Hood,
Skriet,
Soulsonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Circle Jerks,
The Sound,
Country Teasers,
10cc,
Sixth Finger,
Shoche,
Aswad,
The Blackbyrds,
The Motions,
Eddi Front,
Average White Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yaz,
Underground Resistance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erykah Badu,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
Magazine,
Liliput,
Accadde A,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
Peter and Kerry,
Yusef Lateef,
Organ,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy,
Archie Shepp,
Darondo,
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
New Age Steppers,
The Techniques,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joy Division,
Lou Christie,
Davy DMX,
Harmonia,
The Litter,
Danielle Patucci,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.