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 Sudan and from London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Joyce Sims to the grime 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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cybotron,
Minnie Riperton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Intrusion,
John Lydon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wings,
The Litter,
A Certain Ratio,
Lungfish,
Buzzcocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick May,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jandek,
Pole,
Donny Hathaway,
Model 500,
The Selecter,
Zapp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Negative Approach,
Unwound,
Colin Newman,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
Pantytec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magma,
Pere Ubu,
Carl Craig,
Outsiders,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-Ray Spex,
Stiv Bators,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Green,
Mars,
Sparks,
Scratch Acid,
The Grass Roots,
Ultra Naté,
Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
DNA,
Dawn Penn,
Connie Case,
John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.