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 Azerbaijan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Echospace to the grime 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
Marmalade,
Royal Trux,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moebius,
Khruangbin,
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan,
Sonic Youth,
Agitation Free,
The Blues Magoos,
Radio Birdman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wally Richardson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fatback Band,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
Flash Fearless,
One Last Wish,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
The Star Department,
Oneida,
X-101,
Rotary Connection,
Peter & Gordon,
Suicide,
Ken Boothe,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Flag,
Main Source,
Bush Tetras,
Jandek,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heaven 17,
The Neon Judgement,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
R.M.O.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monochrome Set,
The Red Krayola,
Susan Cadogan,
Index,
Scion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.