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 El Salvador and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sonics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Jeff Mills,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
Tomorrow,
Magma,
Joe Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Steve Hackett,
Deepchord,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantytec,
Radio Birdman,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Bowie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
The Five Americans,
cv313,
Flipper,
The Fire Engines,
Rekid,
The Black Dice,
The Residents,
Cybotron,
Supertramp,
Freddie Wadling,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Normal,
Barbara Tucker,
Skaos,
T.S.O.L.,
Scientists,
Al Stewart,
The Fuzztones,
Stetsasonic,
The Sound,
Cymande,
Fad Gadget,
Japan,
Ohio Players,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arcadia,
Donny Hathaway,
Babytalk,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Black Bananas,
Banda Bassotti,
Cluster,
One Last Wish,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.