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 Cuba and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Amon Düül II to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Rod Modell,
Dennis Brown,
Arthur Verocai,
Franke,
Sugar Minott,
Animal Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
Siglo XX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joensuu 1685,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pole,
Schoolly D,
Icehouse,
Althea and Donna,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
MDC,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Can,
In Retrospect,
Nas,
Albert Ayler,
The Moody Blues,
Sonic Youth,
Barrington Levy,
LL Cool J,
Graham Central Station,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
Ronnie Foster,
Gichy Dan,
Maurizio,
Babytalk,
The Beau Brummels,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Bananas,
The Modern Lovers,
Crooked Eye,
John Holt,
The Music Machine,
Blake Baxter,
The Mummies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Von Mondo,
Fluxion,
Patti Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Fugazi,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
Erasure,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.