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 Chad and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 The Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wasted Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Thee Headcoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hot Snakes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon,
Interpol,
kango's stein massive,
Sugar Minott,
Suburban Knight,
The Vogues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sound Behaviour,
Ossler,
Bizarre Inc.,
E-Dancer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swell Maps,
the Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slackers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacob Miller,
Subhumans,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
Sparks,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gap Band,
CMW,
Fad Gadget,
Deakin,
Skriet,
Jacques Brel,
Unrelated Segments,
Main Source,
Glenn Branca,
Excepter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monks,
Technova,
Mandrill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unwound,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Ornette Coleman,
Brick,
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
The Martian,
Niagra,
David Bowie,
Derrick Morgan,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.