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 Netherlands and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soul Sonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
New Order,
The Moody Blues,
Mr. Review,
Fluxion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cheater Slicks,
Junior Murvin,
Pulsallama,
Black Sheep,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yellowson,
Skarface,
The Blackbyrds,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Copeland,
Janne Schatter,
The Saints,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
The Dead C,
James White and The Blacks,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
Lyres,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blancmange,
Cal Tjader,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joey Negro,
Mark Hollis,
Severed Heads,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
Simply Red,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pagans,
Das Ding,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Golliwogs,
The Doors,
The Angels of Light,
U.S. Maple,
Iggy Pop,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scratch Acid,
Reuben Wilson,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.