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 Chile and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Qualms to the grunge 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Donald Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erasure,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bauhaus,
Deakin,
Monolake,
Make Up,
The Gun Club,
One Last Wish,
Q65,
Derrick May,
OOIOO,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Sherman,
Suicide,
Connie Case,
La Düsseldorf,
Kas Product,
Hashim,
The J.B.'s,
The Shadows of Knight,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
The Red Krayola,
Joey Negro,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Can,
Rites of Spring,
Colin Newman,
Moby Grape,
Sister Nancy,
10cc,
Dual Sessions,
Grauzone,
Procol Harum,
Ice-T,
MDC,
U.S. Maple,
Adolescents,
Crash Course in Science,
Grey Daturas,
Rufus Thomas,
the Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Rotary Connection,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
Stetsasonic,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.