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 France and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Von Mondo to the grime 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Suicide,
Gerry Rafferty,
Davy DMX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
Japan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wire,
Piero Umiliani,
Gichy Dan,
Schoolly D,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Godley & Creme,
L. Decosne,
Grauzone,
Supertramp,
Tom Boy,
Underground Resistance,
Franke,
Pantytec,
Prince Buster,
Funkadelic,
Barrington Levy,
The Toasters,
The Smoke,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Flag,
The Music Machine,
Arcadia,
Jacques Brel,
Yazoo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crash Course in Science,
The Martian,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fuzztones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
Hot Snakes,
The Kinks,
World's Most,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ten City,
Smog,
Todd Rundgren,
The Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
The Fall,
Stereo Dub,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.