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 Haiti and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
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 rhodes 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 Newcleus to the dance 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Moody Blues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Germs,
Ronnie Foster,
Easy Going,
The Residents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Animal Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Motorama,
10cc,
D'Angelo,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Gang Dance,
China Crisis,
Neu!,
Amazonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Leonard Cohen,
Ituana,
Chris Corsano,
Yazoo,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Intrusion,
Jerry's Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Terry,
David Bowie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bad Manners,
Buzzcocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Almond,
Organ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fortunes,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
Althea and Donna,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Neon Judgement,
Erasure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.