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 Iraq and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Motorama to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Associates,
Judy Mowatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Intrusion,
Little Man,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Sneak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Rod Modell,
KRS-One,
The Gun Club,
Visage,
Neu!,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ornette Coleman,
John Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dead C,
X-Ray Spex,
cv313,
Jerry's Kids,
World's Most,
Schoolly D,
Blossom Toes,
a-ha,
The Pop Group,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
Anakelly,
New Age Steppers,
Sonic Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
The Searchers,
Slave,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ituana,
The Durutti Column,
The Walker Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cheater Slicks,
the Sonics,
Yazoo,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra,
Outsiders,
Terry Callier,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.