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 Slovenia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Gun Club to the funk 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive 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?
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Laurel Aitken,
Section 25,
Moss Icon,
Scientists,
Gang Gang Dance,
Technova,
June Days,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Motions,
Ronan,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Simply Red,
The Cowsills,
Jimmy McGriff,
La Düsseldorf,
Talk Talk,
H. Thieme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Patti Smith,
Zapp,
Harpers Bizarre,
K-Klass,
Schoolly D,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Wells,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Moon,
The Smiths,
Ludus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Banda Bassotti,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Sneak,
The Black Dice,
Rekid,
The Fortunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cybotron,
Fear,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick May,
Liliput,
Pussy Galore,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed,
Wally Richardson,
Erasure,
The Saints,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.