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 Cape Verde and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grime 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Vogues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quantec,
Amon Düül II,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul II Soul,
The Associates,
Second Layer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick Morgan,
Colin Newman,
Steve Hackett,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hoover,
The Five Americans,
Country Teasers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arab on Radar,
F. McDonald,
Cecil Taylor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Japan,
Pere Ubu,
ABC,
Sight & Sound,
Altered Images,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra,
Bauhaus,
The Slits,
the Germs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Real Kids,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
Davy DMX,
Godley & Creme,
Marine Girls,
DJ Style,
Q65,
Nas,
Television Personalities,
Television,
Erasure,
Black Sheep,
The Dirtbombs,
Freddie Wadling,
Patti Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spandau Ballet,
the Soft Cell,
June Days,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
World's Most,
Reagan Youth,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.