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 Slovenia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Delon & Dalcan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Hoover,
the Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul Sonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Visage,
Morten Harket,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mojo Men,
Crooked Eye,
The Slits,
Monolake,
Accadde A,
Ohio Players,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T. Rex,
Carl Craig,
Black Sheep,
the Slits,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
The Music Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Cameo,
Moby Grape,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
Thee Headcoats,
MDC,
Loose Ends,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mandrill,
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oblivians,
Newcleus,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Hill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Knickerbockers,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.