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 Belgium and from London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 electroclash 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Charles Mingus,
Audionom,
Nirvana,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed,
the Germs,
Deadbeat,
The Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt,
Qualms,
New York Dolls,
Soulsonic Force,
10cc,
The Toasters,
Bootsy Collins,
Radio Birdman,
Popol Vuh,
Malaria!,
The Smoke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Godley & Creme,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Grass Roots,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skriet,
Donald Byrd,
Simply Red,
Ultravox,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Y Pants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zero Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Panda Bear,
Piero Umiliani,
Rapeman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Darondo,
Pere Ubu,
The Vogues,
The Slits,
The Star Department,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hasil Adkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Essential Logic,
The Tremeloes,
The Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.