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 China and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 James White and The Blacks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The American Breed,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lightning Bolt,
Angry Samoans,
Cymande,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Terry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Machine,
The Gap Band,
Blossom Toes,
10cc,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fortunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Cybotron,
The Count Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Sugar Minott,
Roxette,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Erykah Badu,
Joensuu 1685,
Little Man,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
Isaac Hayes,
Crime,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donald Byrd,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
Make Up,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
Freddie Wadling,
Basic Channel,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.