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 United Kingdom and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Byron Stingily,
Slick Rick,
Average White Band,
The J.B.'s,
Glambeats Corp.,
Michelle Simonal,
Ludus,
Porter Ricks,
Quantec,
Deadbeat,
June Days,
The Five Americans,
Radio Birdman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sound,
John Cale,
Oblivians,
Television,
Yaz,
Kerri Chandler,
Camouflage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The United States of America,
The Cure,
Cybotron,
Lyres,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Axelrod,
The Vogues,
Pulsallama,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rod Modell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kayak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Los Fastidios,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers,
Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Halsall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bauhaus,
David McCallum,
X-101,
Junior Murvin,
Nils Olav,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.