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 Panama and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 John Foxx to the dance 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Panda Bear,
Shuggie Otis,
Half Japanese,
Bluetip,
Andrew Hill,
Groovy Waters,
Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy Collins,
Grauzone,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
Gang Green,
FM Einheit,
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Make Up,
Alphaville,
The Happenings,
The Cramps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Symarip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
Minny Pops,
Boz Scaggs,
The Real Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
June Days,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Görl,
L. Decosne,
Man Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Lower 48,
China Crisis,
Procol Harum,
Piero Umiliani,
Gabor Szabo,
Bauhaus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Teasers,
Camouflage,
Tubeway Army,
Babytalk,
The Index,
Cybotron,
the Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MDC,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.