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 Iran and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Barbara Tucker to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slick Rick,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sight & Sound,
Mantronix,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Smog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pylon,
Lungfish,
Theoretical Girls,
Colin Newman,
Danielle Patucci,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maleditus Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
New York Dolls,
Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell,
48th St. Collective,
The Black Dice,
Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Invisible,
Newcleus,
Black Flag,
Aswad,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
B.T. Express,
Alton Ellis,
Surgeon,
Eli Mardock,
Organ,
The Beau Brummels,
the Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gladiators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magma,
Graham Central Station,
Funky Four + One,
Freddie Wadling,
Essential Logic,
Absolute Body Control,
Silicon Teens,
T. Rex,
Juan Atkins,
Masters at Work,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.