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 Romania and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Blake Baxter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Misunderstood,
B.T. Express,
ABC,
The Angels of Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
Maurizio,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
World's Most,
The Black Dice,
Index,
UT,
Magma,
Mad Mike,
Alphaville,
Quantec,
Janne Schatter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Move,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Hood,
The Birthday Party,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
Funkadelic,
Spoonie Gee,
Half Japanese,
Idris Muhammad,
The Motions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dennis Brown,
Section 25,
Pagans,
The Stooges,
Kas Product,
The Moleskins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
The Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Motorama,
Basic Channel,
Simply Red,
Gichy Dan,
Sällskapet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
CMW,
Ludus,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.