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 Uganda and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Chris & Cosey to the funk 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Country Teasers,
Lungfish,
Reuben Wilson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
Boredoms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
Basic Channel,
Darondo,
Bob Dylan,
EPMD,
Funkadelic,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
Camouflage,
Monolake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed,
Gichy Dan,
Chrome,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Görl,
Iggy Pop,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Section 25,
Outsiders,
B.T. Express,
Tim Buckley,
Patti Smith,
Mandrill,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
K-Klass,
R.M.O.,
X-101,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
Ten City,
Bluetip,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Los Fastidios,
H. Thieme,
Quantec,
Neil Young,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.