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 Kiribati and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Techniques to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Velvet Underground,
Suburban Knight,
The Victims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
Crime,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Subhumans,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Remains,
Intrusion,
OOIOO,
Yazoo,
Moebius,
Sixth Finger,
Supertramp,
Masters at Work,
Vainqueur,
Inner City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Busters,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agent Orange,
Barry Ungar,
The Red Krayola,
Vladislav Delay,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Second Layer,
the Association,
Gichy Dan,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Absolute Body Control,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Terry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Faust,
Jeff Lynne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Basic Channel,
Skriet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Grey Daturas,
Silicon Teens,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
Kerri Chandler,
The Standells,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.