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 Germany and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Young Rascals to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Ultravox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Technova,
ABBA,
Shoche,
Agent Orange,
Rosa Yemen,
D'Angelo,
Sonic Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monochrome Set,
Interpol,
John Holt,
Joey Negro,
Surgeon,
Saccharine Trust,
Faust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang of Four,
Anakelly,
Janne Schatter,
Pussy Galore,
B.T. Express,
Scion,
Young Marble Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siglo XX,
Lou Christie,
Roger Hodgson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Panda Bear,
Qualms,
Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Scan 7,
Negative Approach,
The Martian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Cale,
Tres Demented,
The Five Americans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Hood,
The American Breed,
Porter Ricks,
The Sound,
The Gun Club,
Lalann,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.