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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Black Sheep to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
UT,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rod Modell,
The Evens,
The Red Krayola,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spandau Ballet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kurtis Blow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Last Poets,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deakin,
the Sonics,
The Cramps,
John Holt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Royal Trux,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Barracudas,
Angry Samoans,
Leonard Cohen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang On A Can,
Wings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed,
New Order,
Sound Behaviour,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
The Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
The Smoke,
The American Breed,
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus,
Technova,
Barrington Levy,
Ponytail,
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes,
Hashim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
The Associates,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Basic Channel,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra,
The Moleskins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.