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 New Zealand and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Marc Almond to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
One Last Wish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
Essential Logic,
The Evens,
Jerry's Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Franke,
Gong,
ABC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stiv Bators,
The Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Japan,
Matthew Halsall,
Warsaw,
The Grass Roots,
Banda Bassotti,
Scientists,
The Slackers,
Aloha Tigers,
Lindisfarne,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Kurtis Blow,
ABBA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Buzzcocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Brass Construction,
Vainqueur,
Chris & Cosey,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
The Star Department,
Agent Orange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Inner City,
Sonic Youth,
The Martian,
Adolescents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wally Richardson,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Human League,
Eurythmics,
Pole,
Gabor Szabo,
Model 500,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lungfish,
The Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Al Stewart,
Lou Christie,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.