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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Hoover to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Count Five,
Ossler,
Tom Boy,
Clear Light,
Bobby Womack,
Main Source,
Echospace,
The New Christs,
Second Layer,
Y Pants,
The Fall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ken Boothe,
Eddi Front,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Christie,
CMW,
Josef K,
The Doors,
Hasil Adkins,
Procol Harum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Intrusion,
a-ha,
The Neon Judgement,
Fluxion,
Sam Rivers,
Dark Day,
DNA,
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
This Heat,
Monolake,
Freddie Wadling,
Ituana,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Names,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
The Mojo Men,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.