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 Ethiopia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Bobby Sherman,
New Order,
Todd Terry,
Altered Images,
The Zeros,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
The Dead C,
Iggy Pop,
One Last Wish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Shadows of Knight,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
The Stooges,
Hardrive,
LL Cool J,
CMW,
The Gap Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
Tim Buckley,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
Hot Snakes,
Suburban Knight,
the Germs,
Rosa Yemen,
Vainqueur,
The Fortunes,
Negative Approach,
Mars,
The New Christs,
Main Source,
Clear Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Franke,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band,
Joey Negro,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Names,
a-ha,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronnie Foster,
Michelle Simonal,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter & Gordon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott Heron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.