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 Israel and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Wire to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Peter & Gordon,
Camouflage,
The Skatalites,
Quando Quango,
The Selecter,
The Mummies,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Terry Callier,
Procol Harum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra,
Trumans Water,
Surgeon,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Simply Red,
Rekid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dead Boys,
The Golliwogs,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pop Group,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shoche,
La Düsseldorf,
The Birthday Party,
Das Ding,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Stiv Bators,
Amazonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Machine,
UT,
The Stooges,
The Searchers,
Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television,
Pulsallama,
The Gun Club,
Bluetip,
Funkadelic,
Motorama,
Whodini,
Bill Wells,
Zero Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Deakin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unrelated Segments,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.