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 Kyrgyzstan and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Angels of Light to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Order,
Al Stewart,
Lalann,
Pet Shop Boys,
This Heat,
Bill Near,
X-Ray Spex,
The Beau Brummels,
Stereo Dub,
The Black Dice,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Raincoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Make Up,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
Minutemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Darondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Skatalites,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
Surgeon,
The Moody Blues,
Camouflage,
Gang Green,
Unrelated Segments,
Connie Case,
Kas Product,
Aural Exciters,
The Walker Brothers,
Deakin,
Technova,
Japan,
Blake Baxter,
X-102,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
Lindisfarne,
The Fall,
Pole,
Lalo Schifrin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David McCallum,
Trumans Water,
Roger Hodgson,
ABC,
Bang On A Can,
Rotary Connection,
Ten City,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.