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 Cambodia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Marc Almond to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Arcadia,
The Cure,
Connie Case,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Morten Harket,
Grauzone,
Shoche,
The Doors,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Procol Harum,
The Fall,
Donny Hathaway,
Davy DMX,
Supertramp,
Audionom,
Jawbox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance,
The Red Krayola,
Neu!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Sherman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agent Orange,
MDC,
H. Thieme,
Easy Going,
Tommy Roe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Niagra,
Alton Ellis,
Moebius,
Simply Red,
The Stooges,
Ohio Players,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maleditus Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Juan Atkins,
Lungfish,
Gong,
Animal Collective,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kenny Larkin,
Yazoo,
the Normal,
Radiohead,
Alison Limerick,
Maurizio,
E-Dancer,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.