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 Laos and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scott Walker to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
New Age Steppers,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Techniques,
Cluster,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ohio Players,
The Gun Club,
Masters at Work,
Minutemen,
Goldenarms,
Oneida,
Marmalade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Piero Umiliani,
Audionom,
Zero Boys,
Minny Pops,
Lee Hazlewood,
Janne Schatter,
Scrapy,
Wasted Youth,
Moebius,
The Star Department,
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
The Leaves,
Cybotron,
Eve St. Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neu!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry's Kids,
June Days,
Loose Ends,
Outsiders,
X-101,
Make Up,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion,
Henry Cow,
The Martian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cal Tjader,
Eli Mardock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy Collins,
The Black Dice,
Eden Ahbez,
Warsaw,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.