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 Venezuela and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
Hasil Adkins,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Buckinghams,
The Cure,
Black Moon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Surgeon,
Section 25,
The Dead C,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smiths,
Nas,
Morten Harket,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
Rosa Yemen,
Mission of Burma,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed,
Supertramp,
Bill Wells,
Camouflage,
The Evens,
Eric Dolphy,
FM Einheit,
Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Vladislav Delay,
Television Personalities,
Agitation Free,
Goldenarms,
Gang of Four,
Can,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
Barclay James Harvest,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang On A Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango,
Half Japanese,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rakim,
The Remains,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rapeman,
The Fugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
48th St. Collective,
the Normal,
Q65,
The Move,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.