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 Gabon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the electroclash 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sound,
the Sonics,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
Clear Light,
The Litter,
Icehouse,
Howard Jones,
Joyce Sims,
the Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
the Normal,
Unwound,
Urselle,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar,
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs,
Delon & Dalcan,
F. McDonald,
The Fortunes,
The Index,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
Dark Day,
Bronski Beat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
cv313,
Bobby Sherman,
Brand Nubian,
Dead Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
David McCallum,
Deakin,
Flash Fearless,
Masters at Work,
Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
Cluster,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Colin Newman,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alton Ellis,
The Cure,
X-101,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drexciya,
DJ Sneak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.