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 Iceland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Warren Ellis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Hardrive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bob Dylan,
FM Einheit,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young,
Tubeway Army,
The Gun Club,
Joensuu 1685,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Clear Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Laurel Aitken,
Hoover,
Radiohead,
Royal Trux,
The Moody Blues,
Niagra,
Negative Approach,
Quantec,
U.S. Maple,
Chris & Cosey,
Magazine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zapp,
Ohio Players,
The Tremeloes,
The Golliwogs,
The Gories,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
F. McDonald,
Mandrill,
The Buckinghams,
Delta 5,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nas,
Siglo XX,
Scrapy,
Swell Maps,
Masters at Work,
Organ,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Wake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bauhaus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.