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 Turkey and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The Divine Comedy to the rock 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neu!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Fraelich,
Zero Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Cluster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Das Ding,
Laurel Aitken,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Japan,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Graham Central Station,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aaron Thompson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
Thee Headcoats,
The Move,
The Raincoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Mark Hollis,
Goldenarms,
kango's stein massive,
Pussy Galore,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
Schoolly D,
Michelle Simonal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rotary Connection,
Dead Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Surgeon,
The Cowsills,
Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joy Division,
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.