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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Gil Scott Heron to the funk 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sandy B,
The Moleskins,
Black Flag,
Brass Construction,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sound,
World's Most,
Ronnie Foster,
Funky Four + One,
Sixth Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jimmy McGriff,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jawbox,
Cymande,
Lakeside,
Danielle Patucci,
Mark Hollis,
UT,
Scott Walker,
Organ,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultra Naté,
The United States of America,
The Red Krayola,
The Beau Brummels,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultravox,
Intrusion,
David Axelrod,
Warsaw,
Sun City Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nirvana,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül,
Make Up,
Marc Almond,
the Association,
Bauhaus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
Eurythmics,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
Brick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anthony Braxton,
Au Pairs,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crime,
Kevin Saunderson,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.