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 Cuba and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grey Daturas to the dance 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Pretty Things,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Womack,
Joyce Sims,
Jandek,
Livin' Joy,
Pierre Henry,
Outsiders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agent Orange,
Radiopuhelimet,
DNA,
Gang Green,
Scientists,
The Martian,
Freddie Wadling,
Kurtis Blow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television,
Peter and Kerry,
Nirvana,
The Toasters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon,
Junior Murvin,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fat Boys,
48th St. Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zapp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suicide,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Sheep,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonic Youth,
The Gap Band,
Bluetip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Danielle Patucci,
Arthur Verocai,
ABBA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
This Heat,
Ossler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
The Skatalites,
the Bar-Kays,
Malaria!,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.