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 Egypt 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Raincoats,
Scion,
The Gap Band,
Altered Images,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
In Retrospect,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
China Crisis,
Half Japanese,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
Public Enemy,
The Kinks,
Dave Gahan,
Yazoo,
Bobby Byrd,
Symarip,
Eddi Front,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T.S.O.L.,
Barry Ungar,
Q65,
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
Michelle Simonal,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
FM Einheit,
Television,
Sällskapet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Clear Light,
Erasure,
Pantytec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Josef K,
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
The Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
The United States of America,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crime,
Nick Fraelich,
Radio Birdman,
Byron Stingily,
The Star Department,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tommy Roe,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.