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 Honduras and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Josef K to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Malaria!,
Basic Channel,
Blancmange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
Zapp,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Foxx,
Warsaw,
The Smiths,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Minutemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Dave Gahan,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Halsall,
Kurtis Blow,
Tubeway Army,
Underground Resistance,
Saccharine Trust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Happenings,
KRS-One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fad Gadget,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
Scratch Acid,
Scrapy,
Robert Hood,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Searchers,
Moss Icon,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mummies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Leaves,
Visage,
The Standells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pierre Henry,
Aural Exciters,
Sugar Minott,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.