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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 Flash Fearless to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Easy Going,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brothers Johnson,
The Trojans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
Japan,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young,
48th St. Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
The New Christs,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Procol Harum,
Ludus,
Junior Murvin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pet Shop Boys,
cv313,
Panda Bear,
The Red Krayola,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Connie Case,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
Moss Icon,
Stiv Bators,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul II Soul,
Suburban Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Wire,
ABBA,
The Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.