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 Philippines and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 FM Einheit to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Crooked Eye,
Radiohead,
Patti Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
Judy Mowatt,
ABC,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
James White and The Blacks,
Yaz,
Altered Images,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nas,
Clear Light,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
Anakelly,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eden Ahbez,
Boredoms,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Style,
Das Ding,
Carl Craig,
Angry Samoans,
Unrelated Segments,
Juan Atkins,
Organ,
Bill Wells,
The Busters,
The Skatalites,
The Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Wyatt,
Visage,
The Slackers,
Adolescents,
Flash Fearless,
Technova,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fela Kuti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grey Daturas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Y Pants,
The Vogues,
Joe Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Green,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.