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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tremeloes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Metal Thangz,
Alison Limerick,
Lower 48,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Freddie Wadling,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mojo Men,
10cc,
Cluster,
Man Parrish,
Intrusion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott Heron,
Basic Channel,
Fugazi,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Germs,
Shuggie Otis,
Khruangbin,
Can,
the Association,
Moby Grape,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Make Up,
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
The Monochrome Set,
Au Pairs,
Gang Starr,
Deepchord,
Loose Ends,
Todd Rundgren,
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ohio Players,
Scion,
Dark Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gabor Szabo,
Quantec,
Joe Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Arthur Verocai,
Guru Guru,
Echospace,
Ronan,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.