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 New Zealand and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Technova to the jazz 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joyce Sims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Bar-Kays,
D'Angelo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
Mantronix,
Gang Starr,
Jandek,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
Yellowson,
Wasted Youth,
Circle Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Con Funk Shun,
Guru Guru,
Eyeless In Gaza,
One Last Wish,
The Slackers,
The Move,
Ornette Coleman,
The Modern Lovers,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronan,
Althea and Donna,
Rufus Thomas,
Kevin Saunderson,
kango's stein massive,
Malaria!,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Lynne,
Joey Negro,
The Mummies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
Infiniti,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Searchers,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Bourne,
Ossler,
Alton Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grauzone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flipper,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.