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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Soft Cell to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Bananas,
Scratch Acid,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Association,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Walker Brothers,
David McCallum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Teasers,
June Days,
The Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Yazoo,
The American Breed,
Skarface,
Easy Going,
Saccharine Trust,
Panda Bear,
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gabor Szabo,
Amazonics,
Todd Terry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minor Threat,
Youth Brigade,
Cybotron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unwound,
Malaria!,
Davy DMX,
Oblivians,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fortunes,
Average White Band,
The Blues Magoos,
cv313,
Arthur Verocai,
Das Ding,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
Crime,
The J.B.'s,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.