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 Rwanda and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ash Ra Tempel 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Mars,
Icehouse,
The Modern Lovers,
The Kinks,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare,
Pagans,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
The Dirtbombs,
June of 44,
the Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
Iggy Pop,
MDC,
Freddie Wadling,
Harmonia,
Juan Atkins,
Sixth Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mark Hollis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
China Crisis,
Tom Boy,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Hood,
The Remains,
The Star Department,
The Motions,
the Germs,
Neil Young,
Sight & Sound,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arab on Radar,
Barclay James Harvest,
L. Decosne,
Sarah Menescal,
Pussy Galore,
ABC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
EPMD,
Marine Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Accadde A,
The Saints,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Malaria!,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.