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 Djibouti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Magma to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Amon Düül,
Flash Fearless,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
Quantec,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
Ituana,
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Sheep,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D,
Skaos,
Shoche,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Qualms,
Ponytail,
Kayak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rapeman,
The Litter,
Inner City,
Faust,
Jerry's Kids,
Nils Olav,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sex Pistols,
The Motions,
Tears for Fears,
Arthur Verocai,
Negative Approach,
The Pretty Things,
Banda Bassotti,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Moon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joyce Sims,
Ultra Naté,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultravox,
Carl Craig,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spandau Ballet,
Swans,
D'Angelo,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smoke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Babytalk,
the Association,
Yaz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aloha Tigers,
Khruangbin,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.