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 Chad and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ronan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Gories,
Nik Kershaw,
D'Angelo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angry Samoans,
The Beau Brummels,
Stockholm Monsters,
Second Layer,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
Theoretical Girls,
LL Cool J,
Arcadia,
Graham Central Station,
Aloha Tigers,
Bad Manners,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
cv313,
Dark Day,
The Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Görl,
Sound Behaviour,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang On A Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Colin Newman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
U.S. Maple,
Simply Red,
Camberwell Now,
This Heat,
Rufus Thomas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monks,
UT,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oneida,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.