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 Tanzania and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Frankie Knuckles to the disco 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
the Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Byrd,
Oblivians,
Beasts of Bourbon,
F. McDonald,
MDC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rakim,
Y Pants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gun Club,
Faust,
Harmonia,
Procol Harum,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
The Music Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Flag,
The Last Poets,
Depeche Mode,
Lalann,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
the Normal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultra Naté,
UT,
Dark Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Youth Brigade,
In Retrospect,
The Index,
The Sound,
Liliput,
The Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Smog,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Barbara Tucker,
Nirvana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DNA,
Model 500,
Mandrill,
John Holt,
Scientists,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.