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 Laos and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the jazz 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Black Dice,
Vainqueur,
The Zeros,
Soul Sonic Force,
Main Source,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donny Hathaway,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kaleidoscope,
Agent Orange,
Steve Hackett,
Silicon Teens,
Marmalade,
The Index,
Mandrill,
Mark Hollis,
Roxette,
Wolf Eyes,
Minor Threat,
Hasil Adkins,
Fluxion,
Pet Shop Boys,
June of 44,
the Fania All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Aswad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ten City,
Surgeon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mantronix,
Crime,
The Toasters,
The Gladiators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Das Ding,
Gong,
Jeff Lynne,
The Grass Roots,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül,
The Searchers,
The Leaves,
Motorama,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arcadia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Flash Fearless,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.