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 Marshall Islands and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Camouflage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
the Germs,
Al Stewart,
Pierre Henry,
Ronan,
David Axelrod,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slits,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erykah Badu,
Harry Pussy,
The Raincoats,
John Lydon,
Aswad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Carl Craig,
Monks,
Visage,
Laurel Aitken,
Essential Logic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Dolphy,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Angels of Light,
Camouflage,
La Düsseldorf,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
D'Angelo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
cv313,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
EPMD,
Funky Four + One,
Minutemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Quadrant,
Soulsonic Force,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris & Cosey,
The Beau Brummels,
Barbara Tucker,
Slick Rick,
New York Dolls,
The Fortunes,
Zero Boys,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.