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 Italy and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Can to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Lungfish,
Quantec,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
Dual Sessions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flipper,
Amon Düül II,
Minny Pops,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monochrome Set,
Babytalk,
Severed Heads,
Black Sheep,
Japan,
David Bowie,
The Pop Group,
The Associates,
Suburban Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
These Immortal Souls,
Rotary Connection,
The Moody Blues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mandrill,
Deepchord,
The Cowsills,
Patti Smith,
Accadde A,
Cecil Taylor,
The Techniques,
Blossom Toes,
Brothers Johnson,
Morten Harket,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maurizio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Goldenarms,
Index,
The Red Krayola,
Anakelly,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
La Düsseldorf,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.