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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Intrusion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Qualms,
Agent Orange,
the Slits,
Monolake,
Leonard Cohen,
Chrome,
Severed Heads,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Sherman,
The Busters,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Graham Central Station,
Sugar Minott,
The Velvet Underground,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
Livin' Joy,
Thompson Twins,
The Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Amazonics,
Black Moon,
10cc,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas,
Urselle,
Harmonia,
Quando Quango,
Soul II Soul,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terry Callier,
Brass Construction,
The Gap Band,
Josef K,
Todd Rundgren,
Mo-Dettes,
Oneida,
Warren Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eli Mardock,
F. McDonald,
Model 500,
Swell Maps,
Fugazi,
Gong,
Lightning Bolt,
The Beau Brummels,
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
Nils Olav,
Eric Dolphy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.