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 Namibia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultimate Spinach to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
Cluster,
The Happenings,
Laurel Aitken,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tommy Roe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lower 48,
the Association,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantaleimon,
Carl Craig,
Quadrant,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slave,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip,
The Five Americans,
Joy Division,
Metal Thangz,
Sam Rivers,
Monks,
Visage,
B.T. Express,
Arab on Radar,
Zero Boys,
Inner City,
Nik Kershaw,
Radio Birdman,
Nico,
The Gladiators,
FM Einheit,
Can,
Khruangbin,
Intrusion,
Guru Guru,
L. Decosne,
Darondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jandek,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Womack,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Almond,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stetsasonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock,
The American Breed,
John Foxx,
Rapeman,
Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.