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 Cambodia and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fugs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
The Trojans,
Bad Manners,
Clear Light,
Skriet,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
Rakim,
Deepchord,
Jawbox,
K-Klass,
Supertramp,
ABBA,
Bobby Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
MC5,
Minnie Riperton,
Newcleus,
Marine Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Skatalites,
Don Cherry,
Pulsallama,
Half Japanese,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Josef K,
Max Romeo,
T. Rex,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sandy B,
Liliput,
Siglo XX,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television Personalities,
Ultra Naté,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deakin,
Unwound,
Anakelly,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
The Martian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.