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 Japan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nirvana,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Görl,
Wasted Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül II,
Suburban Knight,
Liliput,
Warren Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Wells,
Hashim,
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fatback Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
The Gun Club,
Massinfluence,
Pharoah Sanders,
Byron Stingily,
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
Moebius,
Roxette,
Zapp,
Chrome,
Ten City,
Bush Tetras,
Basic Channel,
Magazine,
The Remains,
Carl Craig,
The Tremeloes,
Reagan Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bad Manners,
Altered Images,
a-ha,
Interpol,
Cluster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Au Pairs,
The Doors,
The Music Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
the Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Susan Cadogan,
Graham Central Station,
Ice-T,
Faust,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.