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 Belize and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Thompson Twins to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes 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?
Angry Samoans,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
Neu!,
Intrusion,
Das Ding,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MDC,
Urselle,
Josef K,
Scientists,
Minutemen,
Vainqueur,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
The Invisible,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New York Dolls,
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalann,
Rekid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alice Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
Sällskapet,
X-101,
The Kinks,
Ohio Players,
Vladislav Delay,
the Human League,
Fluxion,
Scan 7,
Rakim,
The Motions,
Warren Ellis,
Alphaville,
Alison Limerick,
Aswad,
Al Stewart,
R.M.O.,
Terry Callier,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.