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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Dave Clark Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Siglo XX,
Masters at Work,
Ken Boothe,
Bob Dylan,
The Move,
Skaos,
Oneida,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David McCallum,
Panda Bear,
Mars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Goldenarms,
The Sound,
Camouflage,
Ossler,
Qualms,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Nick Fraelich,
Fatback Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Alarm Clocks,
Negative Approach,
Wings,
10cc,
Scion,
Roxette,
Fat Boys,
Black Moon,
Faraquet,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Music Machine,
ABC,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Motorama,
Dual Sessions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
cv313,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moody Blues,
Radiohead,
Magma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rosa Yemen,
Gong,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monochrome Set,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.