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 Mauritius and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 D'Angelo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slackers,
The Remains,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Godley & Creme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Offenders,
Quando Quango,
Moebius,
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Starr,
Visage,
Joy Division,
Pantytec,
Urselle,
Zero Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Angry Samoans,
Archie Shepp,
Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Stiv Bators,
Mission of Burma,
Black Bananas,
Ituana,
Janne Schatter,
The Wake,
Ultravox,
Cheater Slicks,
The Busters,
Soul II Soul,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Theoretical Girls,
The Victims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Gang Dance,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultimate Spinach,
a-ha,
Heaven 17,
Organ,
Amazonics,
Scientists,
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young,
Zapp,
Tim Buckley,
Agitation Free,
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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.