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 Togo 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flesh Eaters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Sandy B,
Grauzone,
John Holt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deepchord,
Intrusion,
a-ha,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ohio Players,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Agitation Free,
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funkadelic,
Agent Orange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sex Pistols,
Cecil Taylor,
Vladislav Delay,
Eurythmics,
Can,
The Cramps,
KRS-One,
Jeff Mills,
John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
AZ,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
Black Sheep,
Skarface,
Bobby Womack,
New York Dolls,
Glenn Branca,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
Malaria!,
The Doors,
Johnny Clarke,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker,
Radiohead,
Niagra,
Shuggie Otis,
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.