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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Bronski Beat to the dance 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Erykah Badu,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alton Ellis,
The Leaves,
Sixth Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moody Blues,
Prince Buster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fad Gadget,
Basic Channel,
The Index,
Pagans,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Remains,
Minny Pops,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Motorama,
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skarface,
The Smiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kas Product,
Slave,
Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Byron Stingily,
Rotary Connection,
Roger Hodgson,
Jandek,
The Associates,
Bauhaus,
Hardrive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deadbeat,
Schoolly D,
Nas,
Gang Starr,
Flipper,
Urselle,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.