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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minnie Riperton to the dance 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sex Pistols,
Sarah Menescal,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Janne Schatter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Bourne,
Don Cherry,
UT,
Gang Starr,
Interpol,
Blossom Toes,
Symarip,
Panda Bear,
Grauzone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aaron Thompson,
Wings,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
Joy Division,
Quadrant,
The Beau Brummels,
The Names,
Ornette Coleman,
Lyres,
The Mojo Men,
The Detroit Cobras,
Supertramp,
MDC,
The Neon Judgement,
Barrington Levy,
Brand Nubian,
Monolake,
Maurizio,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Flag,
Vainqueur,
Half Japanese,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smoke,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gories,
48th St. Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Dolphy,
Trumans Water,
New Age Steppers,
Eurythmics,
Isaac Hayes,
Warsaw,
Bobby Sherman,
The Offenders,
This Heat,
Cymande,
Nick Fraelich,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.