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 Lagos.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tubeway Army to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Cecil Taylor,
The Knickerbockers,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kayak,
Mandrill,
DNA,
Dennis Brown,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
a-ha,
Jerry's Kids,
The Leaves,
Fad Gadget,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare,
Royal Trux,
Sugar Minott,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Walker Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Rod Modell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
Sparks,
Organ,
Angry Samoans,
Deakin,
JFA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scratch Acid,
Sixth Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warsaw,
Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Star Department,
Bob Dylan,
Masters at Work,
PIL,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minor Threat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yaz,
Brick,
Echospace,
Rakim,
The Skatalites,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.