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 Romania and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Litter 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
the Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Janne Schatter,
The Smoke,
Babytalk,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barrington Levy,
Spoonie Gee,
Adolescents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Schoolly D,
Minnie Riperton,
Aloha Tigers,
Rotary Connection,
X-102,
Sugar Minott,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
Gang of Four,
The Kinks,
Basic Channel,
The Moody Blues,
Steve Hackett,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ice-T,
Thee Headcoats,
Junior Murvin,
Wasted Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Hood,
The Monks,
Urselle,
Hasil Adkins,
The Barracudas,
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
Grauzone,
Deadbeat,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rapeman,
Josef K,
Rosa Yemen,
Mantronix,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
The Dead C,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Saints,
Au Pairs,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.