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 Belgium and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Mad Mike to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
Average White Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Albert Ayler,
Idris Muhammad,
The Evens,
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dennis Brown,
Half Japanese,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
Outsiders,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Rundgren,
Gerry Rafferty,
Procol Harum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arab on Radar,
Second Layer,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
Symarip,
Circle Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The Vogues,
Little Man,
Pulsallama,
Max Romeo,
Scrapy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
cv313,
The Fall,
D'Angelo,
The United States of America,
Scan 7,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eurythmics,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Christie,
Susan Cadogan,
Los Fastidios,
Desert Stars,
Ice-T,
Icehouse,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.