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 Iran and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Morten Harket to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agitation Free,
Fat Boys,
Vainqueur,
New Age Steppers,
Jacob Miller,
Camouflage,
Joy Division,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Iggy Pop,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
The Toasters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
James White and The Blacks,
Procol Harum,
The American Breed,
Urselle,
UT,
Rosa Yemen,
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fortunes,
Black Bananas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mission of Burma,
Don Cherry,
Chris Corsano,
Wasted Youth,
Echospace,
Parry Music,
Slave,
Tommy Roe,
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian,
Al Stewart,
Henry Cow,
Little Man,
Ten City,
Soft Cell,
cv313,
Ice-T,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swans,
Moby Grape,
Eli Mardock,
Basic Channel,
Bush Tetras,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Vogues,
The Doobie Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.