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 Cameroon and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Evens to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The American Breed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultra Naté,
Shuggie Otis,
Quadrant,
Marmalade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cheater Slicks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Alice Coltrane,
Pagans,
Iggy Pop,
Theoretical Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Sheep,
Television Personalities,
The Gun Club,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Hood,
OOIOO,
Tears for Fears,
Loose Ends,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bronski Beat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Holt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie,
The Searchers,
Sonic Youth,
Terry Callier,
Rakim,
Lakeside,
Q and Not U,
Fatback Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
DNA,
Qualms,
Fat Boys,
The Real Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crime,
Andrew Hill,
Flipper,
Shoche,
D'Angelo,
Eddi Front,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.