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 Malta and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Animal Collective to the disco 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skaos,
The Litter,
Altered Images,
Easy Going,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
The Fuzztones,
Saccharine Trust,
Sex Pistols,
Make Up,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Can,
PIL,
The Raincoats,
Tommy Roe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oneida,
Mark Hollis,
Fad Gadget,
Howard Jones,
E-Dancer,
The Leaves,
Sonic Youth,
Q and Not U,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scientists,
The Five Americans,
Wolf Eyes,
The Invisible,
Darondo,
KRS-One,
Japan,
Judy Mowatt,
Marine Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Severed Heads,
Sound Behaviour,
The Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pop Group,
Ten City,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
H. Thieme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
Schoolly D,
Henry Cow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls,
Cluster,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fall,
Swell Maps,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.