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 El Salvador and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Alphaville to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Music Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Adolescents,
Rod Modell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
ABBA,
Desert Stars,
Grauzone,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Germs,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Half Japanese,
Ossler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boz Scaggs,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Lynne,
MDC,
Babytalk,
Gabor Szabo,
the Slits,
Parry Music,
Zapp,
EPMD,
The Litter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
The Fugs,
The Tremeloes,
Flash Fearless,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aural Exciters,
The Slackers,
Judy Mowatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Pole,
World's Most,
Matthew Halsall,
10cc,
JFA,
Tomorrow,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.