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 Palau and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The American Breed to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Offenders,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Steve Hackett,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fortunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Tommy Roe,
Y Pants,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gun Club,
Masters at Work,
Altered Images,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alphaville,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Standells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ludus,
KRS-One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Normal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nico,
Scrapy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tres Demented,
Surgeon,
The Moleskins,
The Beau Brummels,
These Immortal Souls,
Wally Richardson,
Harmonia,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABC,
Moebius,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Red Krayola,
Porter Ricks,
David Axelrod,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.