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 Oman and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Grey Daturas to the funk 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Gang of Four,
Accadde A,
Alton Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Soulsonic Force,
The Vogues,
Arab on Radar,
John Lydon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eden Ahbez,
Funky Four + One,
Sugar Minott,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxette,
The Dead C,
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
Model 500,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood,
Franke,
The Gladiators,
MC5,
The American Breed,
Ludus,
Eric Dolphy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Niagra,
Goldenarms,
Lakeside,
Mark Hollis,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Divine Comedy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Josef K,
The Moleskins,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Mills,
Inner City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Near,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Essential Logic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tubeway Army,
Make Up,
Neil Young,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scion,
Hasil Adkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Theoretical Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Pus,
The Monochrome Set,
Hashim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moebius,
Swell Maps,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.