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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Sällskapet to the grunge 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Litter,
The Remains,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Near,
Suburban Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Toni Rubio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Smog,
Mad Mike,
Bush Tetras,
Cymande,
Half Japanese,
Subhumans,
Babytalk,
Lakeside,
The Skatalites,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barry Ungar,
The Black Dice,
The Happenings,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Star Department,
Matthew Halsall,
Sandy B,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reuben Wilson,
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radio Birdman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Görl,
The Toasters,
Siglo XX,
Kurtis Blow,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fear,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Blancmange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Massinfluence,
Gang Green,
Loose Ends,
Oneida,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.