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 United States and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mark Hollis to the dance 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Blossom Toes,
Deepchord,
K-Klass,
PIL,
Ten City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wolf Eyes,
Mad Mike,
Saccharine Trust,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pretty Things,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry's Kids,
F. McDonald,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aloha Tigers,
Terry Callier,
Harry Pussy,
The Standells,
Kas Product,
Cluster,
Monolake,
Chrome,
Sight & Sound,
Altered Images,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lucky Dragons,
Zapp,
The J.B.'s,
One Last Wish,
Scan 7,
Essential Logic,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gladiators,
La Düsseldorf,
The Beau Brummels,
Maurizio,
Anthony Braxton,
ABBA,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun City Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiohead,
Dave Gahan,
H. Thieme,
Little Man,
Eli Mardock,
This Heat,
Eden Ahbez,
The Stooges,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tubeway Army,
Loose Ends,
Icehouse,
Cameo,
Black Bananas,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.