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 Benin and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bush Tetras to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Half Japanese,
Talk Talk,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Funkadelic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Janne Schatter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
LL Cool J,
Duran Duran,
Hoover,
Reuben Wilson,
John Foxx,
The Gun Club,
Donald Byrd,
Crime,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joyce Sims,
The Tremeloes,
Deepchord,
Pantytec,
The Vogues,
The Stooges,
U.S. Maple,
Simply Red,
Buzzcocks,
Marmalade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
Adolescents,
Wings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Von Mondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Womack,
The Searchers,
Bobby Sherman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vladislav Delay,
Shoche,
The Red Krayola,
Gong,
Harry Pussy,
Livin' Joy,
Anakelly,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultra Naté,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Axelrod,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.