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 Macedonia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Basic Channel to the techno 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mad Mike,
James White and The Blacks,
Oblivians,
The Divine Comedy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Delta 5,
The Names,
10cc,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick Morgan,
The Zeros,
Scion,
The Moody Blues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Smooth,
Second Layer,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Danielle Patucci,
H. Thieme,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Toasters,
the Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Ponytail,
Camouflage,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
Accadde A,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes,
Malaria!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T.S.O.L.,
Ituana,
a-ha,
Harry Pussy,
Youth Brigade,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doobie Brothers,
Supertramp,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.