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 Mali and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 J.B.'s to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tropical Tobacco,
One Last Wish,
MC5,
Audionom,
Minny Pops,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Swans,
Bill Near,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reagan Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thompson Twins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxette,
the Normal,
Silicon Teens,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra,
Banda Bassotti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Age Steppers,
Nirvana,
Smog,
Michelle Simonal,
The Knickerbockers,
Qualms,
Parry Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Au Pairs,
Robert Hood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blake Baxter,
Agent Orange,
Kerri Chandler,
Isaac Hayes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barbara Tucker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wire,
Gang Green,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agitation Free,
F. McDonald,
T. Rex,
The Offenders,
Khruangbin,
Malaria!,
Glenn Branca,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
The Vogues,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.