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 Venezuela and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
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 marimba 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 The Monochrome Set to the disco 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Motions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funky Four + One,
Rites of Spring,
Section 25,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronan,
Colin Newman,
the Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Max Romeo,
The Saints,
The Durutti Column,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
Buzzcocks,
Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joey Negro,
The Offenders,
Easy Going,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Rundgren,
La Düsseldorf,
kango's stein massive,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
Rod Modell,
Josef K,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ohio Players,
Franke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Trumans Water,
Mandrill,
Con Funk Shun,
Organ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
H. Thieme,
Soulsonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
The Angels of Light,
Altered Images,
In Retrospect,
Make Up,
Arcadia,
Scan 7,
The Tremeloes,
Parry Music,
Hot Snakes,
The Monochrome Set,
KRS-One,
Urselle,
Blancmange,
Skriet,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.