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 Djibouti and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Quadrant to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Connie Case,
David McCallum,
Talk Talk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Suburban Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
Organ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
The Buckinghams,
Royal Trux,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott Heron,
Icehouse,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars,
Whodini,
Trumans Water,
X-Ray Spex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Max Romeo,
Minny Pops,
Flash Fearless,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Sherman,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Almond,
Livin' Joy,
Gabor Szabo,
LL Cool J,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Bowie,
Cluster,
Sällskapet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Copeland,
Lindisfarne,
Con Funk Shun,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Leaves,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.