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 Belarus and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
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 808 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 Bauhaus to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Peter and Kerry,
Supertramp,
Agent Orange,
Al Stewart,
Lungfish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joyce Sims,
The Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronnie Foster,
Accadde A,
Rotary Connection,
Hardrive,
Scratch Acid,
The Leaves,
Jacob Miller,
Fear,
Sun Ra,
Bad Manners,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Stooges,
Thompson Twins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arthur Verocai,
The Names,
Colin Newman,
Newcleus,
Mission of Burma,
The Black Dice,
The Happenings,
Letta Mbulu,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers,
Moss Icon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joensuu 1685,
Grey Daturas,
The Durutti Column,
The Count Five,
Duran Duran,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siglo XX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mandrill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slick Rick,
Nico,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.