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 Germany and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Cell to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Real Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pole,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Youth Brigade,
Talk Talk,
Minnie Riperton,
Camberwell Now,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
EPMD,
Rosa Yemen,
Deadbeat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun City Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Mandrill,
Barbara Tucker,
Television,
the Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Theoretical Girls,
Qualms,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fall,
The American Breed,
Alice Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Hill,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Symarip,
Amon Düül,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rufus Thomas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Smog,
48th St. Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Rod Modell,
Skriet,
The Monks,
June of 44,
Monolake,
Easy Going,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.