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 Russia and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Dual Sessions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Invisible,
Pussy Galore,
Pole,
the Germs,
Spandau Ballet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fatback Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marvin Gaye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warsaw,
Y Pants,
Byron Stingily,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Max Romeo,
Ludus,
Matthew Bourne,
Newcleus,
Pulsallama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
Gang of Four,
The Remains,
Colin Newman,
The Young Rascals,
Section 25,
John Lydon,
Jeff Mills,
The Grass Roots,
The Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Trumans Water,
the Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
A Certain Ratio,
Mission of Burma,
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
Lalann,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gun Club,
The Offenders,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
World's Most,
Robert Hood,
Little Man,
The Blackbyrds,
The Names,
Wally Richardson,
Wire,
Lucky Dragons,
Althea and Donna,
DNA,
Johnny Clarke,
Average White Band,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.