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 Belize and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Cybotron to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Grey Daturas,
FM Einheit,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
Alphaville,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sonics,
Faust,
The J.B.'s,
Dave Gahan,
John Lydon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun City Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Dead Boys,
Robert Görl,
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade,
Tom Boy,
Arcadia,
a-ha,
Severed Heads,
Mr. Review,
Alice Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Barrington Levy,
Brand Nubian,
Josef K,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Moebius,
China Crisis,
Derrick Morgan,
Adolescents,
The Cramps,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tears for Fears,
Technova,
The Seeds,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
Don Cherry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.