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 Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
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 arpeggiator 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 Eli Mardock to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Warren Ellis,
X-101,
Barclay James Harvest,
Steve Hackett,
Gong,
Amazonics,
Charles Mingus,
Bronski Beat,
China Crisis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tommy Roe,
The Dead C,
The Modern Lovers,
The Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Newcleus,
Delta 5,
John Foxx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gories,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Durutti Column,
Nas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
The Cramps,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantaleimon,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
Sandy B,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ituana,
Deadbeat,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai,
David Bowie,
Das Ding,
The Searchers,
Fad Gadget,
Adolescents,
Nico,
The Saints,
The Techniques,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
kango's stein massive,
Moby Grape,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barrington Levy,
CMW,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.