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 Gabon and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Traffic Nightmare to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Nils Olav,
Vladislav Delay,
Marvin Gaye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yaz,
The Pretty Things,
Crash Course in Science,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Sheep,
Kas Product,
Slave,
the Association,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
The Busters,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Searchers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
Brick,
Isaac Hayes,
Severed Heads,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket,
Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
H. Thieme,
Sandy B,
Gabor Szabo,
Zero Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dawn Penn,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxette,
Gang Green,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Groovy Waters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
Maurizio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mojo Men,
James White and The Blacks,
Nirvana,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.