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 Argentina and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Peter & Gordon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Althea and Donna,
The Walker Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Five Americans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quando Quango,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Beau Brummels,
Janne Schatter,
Fluxion,
Cymande,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Gichy Dan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Freddie Wadling,
Sugar Minott,
Susan Cadogan,
The Busters,
Hardrive,
Sound Behaviour,
Bizarre Inc.,
Malaria!,
Jacques Brel,
Archie Shepp,
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
Sam Rivers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Depeche Mode,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Style,
B.T. Express,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Divine Comedy,
Banda Bassotti,
Whodini,
The Neon Judgement,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-Ray Spex,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Hill,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Icehouse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Moon,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skarface,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.