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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 kango's stein massive to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swans,
Minor Threat,
R.M.O.,
Au Pairs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gladiators,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick May,
Fela Kuti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Excepter,
DJ Style,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barry Ungar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soulsonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
FM Einheit,
the Normal,
Sandy B,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
The Trojans,
The Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Rundgren,
Harmonia,
DNA,
Ultravox,
John Lydon,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Age Steppers,
The Beau Brummels,
Model 500,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arab on Radar,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dave Gahan,
The Smiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Walker Brothers,
The Residents,
Bill Near,
Popol Vuh,
Motorama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.