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 Japan and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Clear Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Deadbeat,
Eve St. Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Talk Talk,
Niagra,
Sixth Finger,
Babytalk,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
Reuben Wilson,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
The Human League,
Gong,
Desert Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Terry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pulsallama,
Sun City Girls,
Animal Collective,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Smog,
The Busters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Wells,
Mad Mike,
MC5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Hill,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Motions,
Eurythmics,
Leonard Cohen,
Janne Schatter,
Sam Rivers,
Bronski Beat,
Fela Kuti,
the Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wings,
Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crooked Eye,
Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The American Breed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.