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 Eritrea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Faraquet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
Eddi Front,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust,
Wire,
cv313,
John Holt,
Faust,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
the Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fall,
Motorama,
The Music Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter,
Joensuu 1685,
Albert Ayler,
Alison Limerick,
Symarip,
Roger Hodgson,
E-Dancer,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Fraelich,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Halsall,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joyce Sims,
The Durutti Column,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
Drexciya,
The Leaves,
Babytalk,
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Altered Images,
Lucky Dragons,
Fugazi,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Urselle,
Joe Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Copeland,
Black Moon,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.