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 Senegal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 FM Einheit to the crunk 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
the Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
Rekid,
Amon Düül II,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Carl Craig,
Marmalade,
The Fugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cowsills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Copeland,
Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC,
Judy Mowatt,
Toni Rubio,
Oblivians,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Rundgren,
Todd Terry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arcadia,
Boz Scaggs,
Joyce Sims,
Babytalk,
Brick,
The Gladiators,
Sonic Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
Suicide,
The Birthday Party,
Albert Ayler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry's Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Livin' Joy,
Idris Muhammad,
Flipper,
The Fortunes,
Groovy Waters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quadrant,
The Stooges,
Neu!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Toasters,
Scratch Acid,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.