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 Chile and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Cluster to the electroclash 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Wire,
Talk Talk,
The Beau Brummels,
Schoolly D,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eden Ahbez,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Bad Manners,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
Alton Ellis,
X-101,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fuzztones,
The Names,
D'Angelo,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
Mr. Review,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Susan Cadogan,
Urselle,
Patti Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
The Golliwogs,
MC5,
These Immortal Souls,
The Durutti Column,
Metal Thangz,
Juan Atkins,
Ronan,
Magazine,
Wally Richardson,
Ossler,
Unwound,
Thompson Twins,
The Moleskins,
Moby Grape,
Wasted Youth,
Panda Bear,
Das Ding,
Pantaleimon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young,
Skarface,
Gong,
Harry Pussy,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.