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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Quando Quango to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
The New Christs,
Susan Cadogan,
Underground Resistance,
June Days,
The Names,
Cybotron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blossom Toes,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
Buzzcocks,
Television Personalities,
Patti Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
The Remains,
Nils Olav,
Urselle,
David Bowie,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare,
The Neon Judgement,
Absolute Body Control,
Lungfish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Guru Guru,
Scientists,
ABBA,
The Standells,
Deakin,
The Birthday Party,
Nico,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
Clear Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Finger,
The Selecter,
This Heat,
Severed Heads,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Residents,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
The Young Rascals,
Rotary Connection,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pussy Galore,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maleditus Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Grass Roots,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.