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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Vogues to the jazz 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Carl Craig,
Oneida,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Motions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hoover,
Maleditus Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Mr. Review,
Kerri Chandler,
Wasted Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Gabor Szabo,
Technova,
Minor Threat,
Organ,
DNA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Bourne,
The Names,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bush Tetras,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Talk Talk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage,
Trumans Water,
The Fall,
Archie Shepp,
the Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Black Moon,
Gong,
Fear,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Remains,
Con Funk Shun,
New Order,
T. Rex,
Wolf Eyes,
Deakin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Absolute Body Control,
Kayak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Pus,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
Neu!,
Jerry's Kids,
Byron Stingily,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.