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 Afghanistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Josef K to the rock 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heaven 17,
Anthony Braxton,
The Leaves,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moby Grape,
cv313,
Quando Quango,
The Fugs,
Camouflage,
Smog,
The New Christs,
Supertramp,
Television,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Magazine,
The Cowsills,
MC5,
Harmonia,
Essential Logic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gories,
Jerry's Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Pere Ubu,
Procol Harum,
The Pop Group,
David Axelrod,
a-ha,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
the Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Sällskapet,
Juan Atkins,
Archie Shepp,
Spoonie Gee,
Cymande,
Organ,
The J.B.'s,
Joy Division,
Simply Red,
The Raincoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delta 5,
Yusef Lateef,
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.