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 Vietnam and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sparks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boredoms,
Parry Music,
Terry Callier,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Sneak,
New York Dolls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Can,
The Cure,
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
Marine Girls,
Suicide,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unwound,
kango's stein massive,
Funkadelic,
Stiv Bators,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
Yellowson,
Bauhaus,
June of 44,
Bronski Beat,
Outsiders,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronnie Foster,
Graham Central Station,
John Holt,
Eddi Front,
Janne Schatter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Rundgren,
The American Breed,
Scan 7,
Dual Sessions,
The Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
David McCallum,
UT,
K-Klass,
Massinfluence,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
Harry Pussy,
The Leaves,
The Mummies,
Grey Daturas,
PIL,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.