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 Slovakia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 H. Thieme to the funk 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joyce Sims,
John Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Magma,
Rosa Yemen,
Royal Trux,
Albert Ayler,
The Fortunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quando Quango,
Dave Gahan,
Faraquet,
Lindisfarne,
Roxette,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agitation Free,
Joe Finger,
Q and Not U,
Stetsasonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jandek,
The Gap Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Howard Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mr. Review,
The Busters,
MDC,
Angry Samoans,
David Axelrod,
The Vogues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Symarip,
The Motions,
Cecil Taylor,
Flamin' Groovies,
The United States of America,
Surgeon,
The Trojans,
Suicide,
Colin Newman,
The Cramps,
Bang On A Can,
Cameo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aural Exciters,
Yaz,
World's Most,
Brand Nubian,
Television Personalities,
Erasure,
Hashim,
Gabor Szabo,
Joy Division,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.