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 Belgium and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Scott Walker to the crunk 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Blancmange,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
Ultravox,
Steve Hackett,
The Neon Judgement,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
Hoover,
UT,
Warren Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
Suburban Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-102,
Malaria!,
Dark Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Yaz,
World's Most,
Wire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fall,
JFA,
Oneida,
The Knickerbockers,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
Ken Boothe,
Black Flag,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Accadde A,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flash Fearless,
Prince Buster,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
Toni Rubio,
Max Romeo,
Kayak,
Matthew Bourne,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nirvana,
Colin Newman,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.