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 Korea North and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Buckinghams to the crunk 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Golliwogs,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
Simply Red,
Ludus,
Hasil Adkins,
One Last Wish,
Television Personalities,
Scientists,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
OOIOO,
The Gun Club,
Spandau Ballet,
Susan Cadogan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Niagra,
Barbara Tucker,
Dave Gahan,
New York Dolls,
Carl Craig,
Lungfish,
Yusef Lateef,
Model 500,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donny Hathaway,
Ken Boothe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Trumans Water,
Parry Music,
Althea and Donna,
Aswad,
The Sound,
Ohio Players,
Scratch Acid,
K-Klass,
Todd Terry,
Rhythm & Sound,
JFA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Monolake,
Silicon Teens,
Eurythmics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blancmange,
Gang Starr,
Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jandek,
Index,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.