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 Libya and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Roxy Music to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Holt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Von Mondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Sherman,
PIL,
The Smiths,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harry Pussy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Trojans,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
Amazonics,
The Invisible,
Underground Resistance,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pop Group,
Suicide,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed,
The Fall,
Siglo XX,
Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Dual Sessions,
The Cramps,
Schoolly D,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cameo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oblivians,
Television Personalities,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
Flipper,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bad Manners,
Derrick Morgan,
Thompson Twins,
Bluetip,
Sarah Menescal,
Fat Boys,
The Martian,
Interpol,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.