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 Antigua and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the electroclash 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Monolake,
Supertramp,
Lalann,
Yusef Lateef,
The Red Krayola,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
KRS-One,
Fugazi,
Rhythm & Sound,
a-ha,
Robert Hood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Hardrive,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aaron Thompson,
Flash Fearless,
The Happenings,
Fad Gadget,
Nik Kershaw,
Dave Gahan,
Blancmange,
Marine Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Wyatt,
The Vogues,
Q65,
Goldenarms,
Mars,
Leonard Cohen,
The Modern Lovers,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Isaac Hayes,
The Birthday Party,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
Barry Ungar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
OOIOO,
MC5,
Boredoms,
The Misunderstood,
Mad Mike,
Tom Boy,
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
Adolescents,
Neil Young,
Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.