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 Belize and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
the Association,
Brothers Johnson,
Camberwell Now,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Style,
Chris Corsano,
Grauzone,
Gang Green,
Josef K,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultra Naté,
Scan 7,
Derrick Morgan,
Animal Collective,
Aural Exciters,
The Fuzztones,
Janne Schatter,
Stetsasonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
The Fall,
Robert Wyatt,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
Amazonics,
Skriet,
The Divine Comedy,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shoche,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stereo Dub,
The Angels of Light,
The Dead C,
Nick Fraelich,
Agent Orange,
Kenny Larkin,
John Cale,
John Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Trojans,
Ken Boothe,
T. Rex,
These Immortal Souls,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.