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 India and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flipper to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Excepter,
Essential Logic,
cv313,
Fugazi,
Andrew Hill,
Bluetip,
Sparks,
Josef K,
Tom Boy,
Faraquet,
Blancmange,
The Victims,
Bobby Womack,
Connie Case,
Nils Olav,
Brick,
Althea and Donna,
Tres Demented,
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxette,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dave Gahan,
Cybotron,
Mark Hollis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arab on Radar,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes,
Agitation Free,
Scan 7,
Ten City,
Matthew Bourne,
The Litter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Joy Division,
Colin Newman,
Dual Sessions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Evens,
The Real Kids,
Howard Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angry Samoans,
Hashim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slick Rick,
Bob Dylan,
Glenn Branca,
Icehouse,
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.