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 Sweden and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Visage to the dance 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Sound Behaviour,
Excepter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heaven 17,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glenn Branca,
Main Source,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ornette Coleman,
Supertramp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alice Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Popol Vuh,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Names,
The Motions,
Jerry's Kids,
Unwound,
Malaria!,
Erykah Badu,
Urselle,
Skriet,
Quando Quango,
Metal Thangz,
The New Christs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxette,
The Victims,
Nick Fraelich,
Kayak,
Crime,
Black Pus,
The Golliwogs,
AZ,
Andrew Hill,
Hardrive,
Stetsasonic,
John Coltrane,
the Normal,
The Raincoats,
The Real Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Sonic Youth,
Pole,
Jimmy McGriff,
kango's stein massive,
Harry Pussy,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantytec,
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter,
The Techniques,
A Certain Ratio,
In Retrospect,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
CMW,
The Leaves,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.