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 United States 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Stetsasonic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Susan Cadogan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bronski Beat,
Black Sheep,
Lalann,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Khruangbin,
Faraquet,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiohead,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
Bauhaus,
The Raincoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Litter,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Von Mondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swans,
Y Pants,
Grauzone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June of 44,
The Names,
Lyres,
Theoretical Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Camberwell Now,
June Days,
Slick Rick,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Finger,
Jandek,
Ludus,
Neu!,
Los Fastidios,
Wasted Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
The Vogues,
KRS-One,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers,
Vladislav Delay,
Kaleidoscope,
Laurel Aitken,
Al Stewart,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.