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 Venezuela and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Goldenarms to the grime 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
ABC,
The Pop Group,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalann,
Dual Sessions,
Section 25,
Gang of Four,
New Order,
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Malaria!,
Harry Pussy,
Soulsonic Force,
Q65,
Arthur Verocai,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Misunderstood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mandrill,
Essential Logic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Newcleus,
Maurizio,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
Peter & Gordon,
The Birthday Party,
The Young Rascals,
Fluxion,
Silicon Teens,
48th St. Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Groovy Waters,
Colin Newman,
MC5,
The Monks,
Model 500,
Stetsasonic,
The Moleskins,
The Music Machine,
Cybotron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grey Daturas,
Aural Exciters,
Talk Talk,
Wasted Youth,
June Days,
Amon Düül II,
Bluetip,
Josef K,
UT,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.