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 Mexico and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Soul II Soul to the rock 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Eric Dolphy,
Pere Ubu,
Index,
Radio Birdman,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Sheep,
The Monochrome Set,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Grass Roots,
Magazine,
The Remains,
Loose Ends,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bauhaus,
The Doors,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Saints,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Flag,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
CMW,
Isaac Hayes,
kango's stein massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gladiators,
The Residents,
Tom Boy,
Ultravox,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Selecter,
Kerri Chandler,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
Bobby Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monolake,
LL Cool J,
Model 500,
Severed Heads,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.