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 Rwanda and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Faust to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aural Exciters,
The Mummies,
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims,
Babytalk,
The Cowsills,
The J.B.'s,
Toni Rubio,
The Slackers,
Eric Dolphy,
Funkadelic,
Gastr Del Sol,
FM Einheit,
Aswad,
Marc Almond,
Adolescents,
Masters at Work,
Warsaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Five Americans,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris Corsano,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiohead,
Amazonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television Personalities,
Von Mondo,
Negative Approach,
Franke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faraquet,
Ponytail,
Radio Birdman,
Desert Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Busters,
Stetsasonic,
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
AZ,
Lightning Bolt,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pagans,
Hashim,
The United States of America,
Skarface,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
Liliput,
The Beau Brummels,
Alice Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.