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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Tubeway Army to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Popol Vuh,
Guru Guru,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sugar Minott,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zero Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
OOIOO,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bauhaus,
X-Ray Spex,
The Buckinghams,
Vainqueur,
Harmonia,
ABBA,
Clear Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Technova,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex,
Suicide,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
World's Most,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare,
Chris Corsano,
Shoche,
One Last Wish,
Mo-Dettes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultra Naté,
Rekid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flash Fearless,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
The Litter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Gichy Dan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Patti Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
The Monochrome Set,
Boz Scaggs,
Symarip,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pole,
T.S.O.L.,
Boredoms,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.