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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Pretty Things to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Hood,
Todd Rundgren,
Thompson Twins,
The Techniques,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unrelated Segments,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
China Crisis,
Kaleidoscope,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Fraelich,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stereo Dub,
Wally Richardson,
Popol Vuh,
The Smoke,
Los Fastidios,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacques Brel,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Smog,
Maleditus Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Tears for Fears,
Joey Negro,
The Skatalites,
Procol Harum,
Masters at Work,
Radio Birdman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eddi Front,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxette,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reuben Wilson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
The American Breed,
Panda Bear,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Five Americans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Finger,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.