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 Austria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Erasure 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Infiniti,
Steve Hackett,
Silicon Teens,
Gichy Dan,
Connie Case,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cowsills,
The Fall,
The Flesh Eaters,
The American Breed,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Laurel Aitken,
Marmalade,
The Residents,
Crispian St. Peters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Wasted Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ponytail,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
PIL,
Warren Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-101,
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David McCallum,
The Birthday Party,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacques Brel,
Pagans,
Janne Schatter,
Barbara Tucker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mandrill,
X-102,
Lalann,
June Days,
Sam Rivers,
Parry Music,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
OOIOO,
Rod Modell,
Magma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.