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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Sonics to the funk 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
John Cale,
Wings,
Dennis Brown,
The Fuzztones,
Archie Shepp,
Jacob Miller,
The Associates,
Isaac Hayes,
Zapp,
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
Average White Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Guru Guru,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blake Baxter,
AZ,
Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blossom Toes,
Scrapy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gladiators,
Harry Pussy,
Infiniti,
Public Enemy,
Lou Christie,
Todd Rundgren,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suicide,
Amazonics,
Country Teasers,
Hashim,
Pagans,
Amon Düül II,
Graham Central Station,
kango's stein massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Judy Mowatt,
10cc,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blackbyrds,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Hill,
World's Most,
Maurizio,
Ten City,
Eddi Front,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.