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 Tuvalu and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roxy Music to the crunk 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '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 Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Axelrod,
Ornette Coleman,
DNA,
Dual Sessions,
Brick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camouflage,
Erasure,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare,
Jandek,
Bronski Beat,
Colin Newman,
The Fall,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne,
The American Breed,
The Durutti Column,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel,
JFA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
Stetsasonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Machine,
Al Stewart,
Roxette,
A Certain Ratio,
Delta 5,
Grey Daturas,
Organ,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Hood,
Unwound,
Livin' Joy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Bananas,
Ponytail,
Trumans Water,
Smog,
UT,
The Motions,
Arab on Radar,
The Vogues,
Wasted Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ituana,
Bill Near,
R.M.O.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultravox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.