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 Georgia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Harmonia to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Pole,
Minor Threat,
The Cowsills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Black Sheep,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Moon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Sherman,
Shoche,
Sparks,
Guru Guru,
Gang of Four,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Qualms,
Surgeon,
Animal Collective,
B.T. Express,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Associates,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers,
The Gap Band,
Black Flag,
Boredoms,
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
Eli Mardock,
Hot Snakes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Massinfluence,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry's Kids,
FM Einheit,
Scratch Acid,
Japan,
Blancmange,
the Sonics,
Inner City,
Faust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Little Man,
Prince Buster,
Whodini,
Das Ding,
Derrick May,
Neu!,
Bluetip,
Zapp,
Alice Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.