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 Luxembourg and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Danielle Patucci to the techno 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Section 25,
Henry Cow,
Sarah Menescal,
Juan Atkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q65,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Searchers,
Delta 5,
Peter and Kerry,
Bluetip,
The Golliwogs,
Soulsonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Guru Guru,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
Vainqueur,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Wings,
Matthew Bourne,
Janne Schatter,
Magazine,
Robert Görl,
The Human League,
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne,
Rakim,
Oblivians,
Mo-Dettes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-Ray Spex,
JFA,
Scott Walker,
Hasil Adkins,
Royal Trux,
Howard Jones,
Nico,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Misunderstood,
Drexciya,
The Toasters,
Joe Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smoke,
Brothers Johnson,
Crash Course in Science,
Mark Hollis,
Lightning Bolt,
Zapp,
Angry Samoans,
Eddi Front,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.