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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Terry Callier to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Young Rascals,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Grass Roots,
Sunsets and Hearts,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantytec,
The Sonics,
Deepchord,
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions,
Prince Buster,
The Zeros,
Ken Boothe,
June Days,
Ice-T,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
This Heat,
Tubeway Army,
Country Teasers,
The Stooges,
Hasil Adkins,
Second Layer,
The Misunderstood,
Bob Dylan,
Black Flag,
Arcadia,
Jerry's Kids,
Yaz,
Lindisfarne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Pulsallama,
ABBA,
Brick,
the Germs,
Fat Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Infiniti,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Surgeon,
Soul II Soul,
Roxette,
Guru Guru,
The Fugs,
Flipper,
Cybotron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vladislav Delay,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.