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 Luxembourg and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Interpol to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
MC5,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q65,
Donny Hathaway,
Qualms,
Juan Atkins,
Tom Boy,
U.S. Maple,
Model 500,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arab on Radar,
The Busters,
The Cowsills,
R.M.O.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
Goldenarms,
Janne Schatter,
Delta 5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Roxette,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Davy DMX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Count Five,
Danielle Patucci,
a-ha,
The Standells,
Cymande,
Television,
Soul Sonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Silicon Teens,
Wings,
The Tremeloes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siglo XX,
The Gladiators,
Tim Buckley,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Dolphy,
Stiv Bators,
UT,
Sex Pistols,
Funkadelic,
Dual Sessions,
Heaven 17,
Lyres,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
Sun City Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Jawbox,
The Smoke,
Pagans,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.