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 Laos and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dave Gahan to the rap 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens 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?
Black Pus,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantytec,
The Pretty Things,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
Ultravox,
The Beau Brummels,
Nico,
The Busters,
Nas,
One Last Wish,
Maleditus Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bauhaus,
the Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
The Smoke,
Malaria!,
Bobby Sherman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Morten Harket,
Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Smog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran,
Fela Kuti,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
kango's stein massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liliput,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Bourne,
Jandek,
The Standells,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cowsills,
DJ Style,
The Walker Brothers,
Excepter,
Yellowson,
June of 44,
Visage,
Technova,
Nirvana,
The Index,
Eddi Front,
Laurel Aitken,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.