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 Kazakhstan and from London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Saints to the crunk 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Inner City,
The Dead C,
MC5,
Leonard Cohen,
Quantec,
Scott Walker,
Qualms,
The Fugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kaleidoscope,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Deepchord,
Metal Thangz,
Infiniti,
Goldenarms,
Skaos,
Banda Bassotti,
Skriet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magazine,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Schoolly D,
Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
China Crisis,
Traffic Nightmare,
The American Breed,
Sarah Menescal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
Duran Duran,
Barrington Levy,
The Grass Roots,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Yellowson,
Glenn Branca,
The Blackbyrds,
Panda Bear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Patti Smith,
One Last Wish,
Arab on Radar,
Kenny Larkin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funky Four + One,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.