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 Korea South and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Boogie Down Productions to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Rod Modell,
Quantec,
Wings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Velvet Underground,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Selecter,
Pole,
Erasure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Vogues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Laurel Aitken,
X-101,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oneida,
The New Christs,
Main Source,
Derrick May,
Magazine,
Minnie Riperton,
The Evens,
Lindisfarne,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blancmange,
Sun City Girls,
Skaos,
Marvin Gaye,
Dark Day,
Masters at Work,
Mark Hollis,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gladiators,
Hashim,
The Toasters,
James White and The Blacks,
Negative Approach,
Motorama,
Ultravox,
Matthew Bourne,
Q65,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.