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 Eritrea and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Wally Richardson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Half Japanese,
June of 44,
Lebanon Hanover,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Joensuu 1685,
Maurizio,
Trumans Water,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zapp,
Radio Birdman,
Eve St. Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
The Five Americans,
Kenny Larkin,
China Crisis,
Black Moon,
Graham Central Station,
Essential Logic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Barracudas,
Nas,
Can,
Nico,
Boredoms,
Whodini,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
Marc Almond,
Ossler,
Roxette,
Laurel Aitken,
Max Romeo,
Adolescents,
Faust,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Masters at Work,
Mars,
The Smiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Khruangbin,
The Gories,
Ronnie Foster,
Neu!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
Scion,
Arcadia,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.