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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Surgeon 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ossler,
Sparks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
CMW,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens,
The Human League,
Pussy Galore,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
The Gories,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deepchord,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Steve Hackett,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-102,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siglo XX,
The Red Krayola,
Hashim,
Fugazi,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brick,
Wolf Eyes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
Isaac Hayes,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Invisible,
Max Romeo,
Visage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultravox,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slackers,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
Surgeon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Durutti Column,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.