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 Singapore and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grunge 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Mills,
The Detroit Cobras,
H. Thieme,
Mark Hollis,
Dead Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
Delta 5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Silicon Teens,
Heaven 17,
Sex Pistols,
Porter Ricks,
Radio Birdman,
The Pretty Things,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Infiniti,
10cc,
Don Cherry,
Sun City Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dennis Brown,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Pus,
Con Funk Shun,
Rufus Thomas,
the Association,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rapeman,
Matthew Bourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Isaac Hayes,
Alphaville,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MDC,
The Seeds,
Clear Light,
Second Layer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
U.S. Maple,
Moebius,
Patti Smith,
Camouflage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra,
The Mojo Men,
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.