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 San Marino and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Clear Light to the rock 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
New York Dolls,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Kenny Larkin,
Sixth Finger,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DNA,
Iggy Pop,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Trumans Water,
Rufus Thomas,
Fear,
Colin Newman,
Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Average White Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction,
E-Dancer,
Eurythmics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hot Snakes,
Graham Central Station,
Harpers Bizarre,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fugazi,
Qualms,
Goldenarms,
Banda Bassotti,
Mo-Dettes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Supertramp,
Magazine,
Andrew Hill,
Howard Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Rekid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tres Demented,
The Dirtbombs,
Steve Hackett,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.