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 Serbia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin 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 Marmalade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Urselle,
Lyres,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
Youth Brigade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
Pole,
Can,
Scott Walker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
Ponytail,
Darondo,
Nils Olav,
Mad Mike,
Erasure,
The Black Dice,
The Busters,
Wolf Eyes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
Vladislav Delay,
Loose Ends,
Skarface,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angry Samoans,
New Order,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
Bang On A Can,
Reagan Youth,
the Normal,
Joe Finger,
The Techniques,
Jacques Brel,
Spandau Ballet,
B.T. Express,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fad Gadget,
48th St. Collective,
Outsiders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.