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 Belarus and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Human League 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Maleditus Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scrapy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cure,
The Gap Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fat Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cheater Slicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Lyres,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Newcleus,
X-Ray Spex,
Sällskapet,
Fad Gadget,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
The Music Machine,
Fugazi,
Robert Görl,
Gichy Dan,
The Gladiators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eddi Front,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare,
Television,
Dawn Penn,
Model 500,
John Lydon,
Darondo,
Reuben Wilson,
Quadrant,
Fear,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Divine Comedy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Barry Ungar,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glenn Branca,
The Move,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.