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 Palau and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Bobby Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Pantaleimon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hashim,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dead C,
Brass Construction,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Axelrod,
Saccharine Trust,
Al Stewart,
The Gun Club,
The Invisible,
Inner City,
Quantec,
cv313,
Blake Baxter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Trojans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Mills,
The Raincoats,
The Mummies,
Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unrelated Segments,
Mars,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sound,
The Martian,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young,
New York Dolls,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
the Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Alison Limerick,
B.T. Express,
Rosa Yemen,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
Tomorrow,
10cc,
Ossler,
Cybotron,
Little Man,
Camberwell Now,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Monks,
Sällskapet,
E-Dancer,
Japan,
Subhumans,
Rotary Connection,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.