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 Benin and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
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 rhodes 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 Bronski Beat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Talk Talk,
DNA,
Urselle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ituana,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blues Magoos,
The Evens,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sister Nancy,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Copeland,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Near,
The Saints,
The New Christs,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
Crime,
Grauzone,
Spoonie Gee,
R.M.O.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harry Pussy,
Second Layer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hasil Adkins,
The Motions,
The Modern Lovers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oblivians,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Young Marble Giants,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
ABC,
The United States of America,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
Fear,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
Sugar Minott,
The Martian,
Masters at Work,
The Fall,
Harmonia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.