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 Tanzania and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Victims to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
E-Dancer,
Eli Mardock,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
Quando Quango,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
The Fugs,
The Cramps,
The J.B.'s,
Duran Duran,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nation of Ulysses,
Surgeon,
Howard Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Idris Muhammad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Selecter,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blackbyrds,
X-101,
The Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Magazine,
The Slackers,
Sandy B,
Little Man,
Marine Girls,
Moss Icon,
The Offenders,
The Tremeloes,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
Liliput,
The Grass Roots,
Scan 7,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Porter Ricks,
Youth Brigade,
Crooked Eye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
Unwound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camouflage,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.