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 Uruguay and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Stetsasonic,
David Axelrod,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
Letta Mbulu,
Technova,
Mandrill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
K-Klass,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rufus Thomas,
Lakeside,
Cal Tjader,
New York Dolls,
Pere Ubu,
John Cale,
Altered Images,
Country Teasers,
The Litter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delta 5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun City Girls,
Simply Red,
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
Saccharine Trust,
Suburban Knight,
Scion,
The Gun Club,
Terry Callier,
Pantaleimon,
Outsiders,
Television,
Robert Hood,
Rotary Connection,
John Holt,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
The New Christs,
Oneida,
Urselle,
The Golliwogs,
10cc,
Tres Demented,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick May,
Young Marble Giants,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.