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 Fiji and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rosa Yemen to the crunk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
T. Rex,
Jacob Miller,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ice-T,
Reagan Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Fraelich,
Amazonics,
Al Stewart,
Buzzcocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
cv313,
Magma,
Joyce Sims,
Urselle,
Ponytail,
Bob Dylan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Junior Murvin,
Surgeon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boredoms,
Japan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
a-ha,
Cybotron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
CMW,
Masters at Work,
Moss Icon,
Leonard Cohen,
John Cale,
The Saints,
Ornette Coleman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pet Shop Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Joy Division,
X-101,
Connie Case,
Sister Nancy,
The Fall,
Yellowson,
The American Breed,
Hoover,
June of 44,
The Wake,
The Misunderstood,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
Carl Craig,
Tim Buckley,
Eve St. Jones,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.