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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Newcleus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flipper,
Au Pairs,
Bauhaus,
KRS-One,
Nico,
Gerry Rafferty,
Newcleus,
Organ,
The Modern Lovers,
Niagra,
Minor Threat,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moody Blues,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smiths,
Icehouse,
Sixth Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Hill,
The Searchers,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DNA,
Sun Ra,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Iggy Pop,
Neu!,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
Boredoms,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spoonie Gee,
China Crisis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald,
Main Source,
Eden Ahbez,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Crooked Eye,
Henry Cow,
Chris Corsano,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lakeside,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Toasters,
John Foxx,
MC5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.