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 Hungary and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Smog to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '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 Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Wings,
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
Stiv Bators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funky Four + One,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Hood,
Pantytec,
Subhumans,
Sällskapet,
Monolake,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Evens,
Jawbox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Seeds,
Ossler,
The Count Five,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Supertramp,
Lalann,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
Sex Pistols,
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Teasers,
Eve St. Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Au Pairs,
Peter & Gordon,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Roxette,
Popol Vuh,
Eurythmics,
Yazoo,
Steve Hackett,
Joyce Sims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dave Gahan,
The Pretty Things,
Lower 48,
Tommy Roe,
Lindisfarne,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.