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 Australia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
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 rhodes 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 Shoche to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Janne Schatter,
Kayak,
Yellowson,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris Corsano,
The Monochrome Set,
Sparks,
Rufus Thomas,
Grauzone,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Seeds,
Hardrive,
Neu!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
New York Dolls,
John Foxx,
Kerri Chandler,
The Names,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erasure,
Fatback Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swell Maps,
Funkadelic,
Von Mondo,
Vainqueur,
Motorama,
Sight & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Standells,
Kaleidoscope,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bluetip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Last Poets,
Audionom,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lucky Dragons,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.