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 Czech Republic and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Barbara Tucker to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
Organ,
Scion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Main Source,
Lyres,
Q and Not U,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alphaville,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Jacob Miller,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultra Naté,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Parry Music,
Sister Nancy,
James White and The Blacks,
Radio Birdman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Adolescents,
John Lydon,
Soft Machine,
Yazoo,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sound,
Dead Boys,
The Dead C,
Ice-T,
Davy DMX,
Panda Bear,
Ten City,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mark Hollis,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lungfish,
Soul II Soul,
Flipper,
EPMD,
The Moleskins,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brothers Johnson,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.