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 United States and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Symarip to the disco 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxette,
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Freddie Wadling,
Guru Guru,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultravox,
Godley & Creme,
Sarah Menescal,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
Agitation Free,
Patti Smith,
Icehouse,
Aswad,
Hoover,
Gang Green,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tom Boy,
Public Enemy,
Bang On A Can,
Rekid,
World's Most,
Connie Case,
John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Infiniti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Josef K,
Cluster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Second Layer,
Camouflage,
The Invisible,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
Parry Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thompson Twins,
Technova,
Crispian St. Peters,
Japan,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
Aaron Thompson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.