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 Austria and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Roxy Music to the grime 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire 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?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Motions,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amazonics,
The Walker Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Iggy Pop,
Anthony Braxton,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gories,
MC5,
Rufus Thomas,
R.M.O.,
Interpol,
Qualms,
Boredoms,
The Skatalites,
the Fania All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Lyres,
The Trojans,
The Names,
Scrapy,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
Franke,
Lightning Bolt,
The Techniques,
Slave,
Angry Samoans,
Quantec,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moleskins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
The Grass Roots,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DNA,
The Moody Blues,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
Ultra Naté,
The Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
Motorama,
Gang Starr,
Magazine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sarah Menescal,
Flamin' Groovies,
June of 44,
Black Sheep,
Eurythmics,
The Tremeloes,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ralphi Rosario,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.