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 El Salvador and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Throbbing Gristle to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zero Boys,
Yaz,
Sister Nancy,
OOIOO,
The Star Department,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Techniques,
the Human League,
Ponytail,
E-Dancer,
Minutemen,
The Cure,
Siglo XX,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Underground Resistance,
Masters at Work,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Donny Hathaway,
Newcleus,
Intrusion,
Ken Boothe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Kinks,
Stetsasonic,
The Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Simply Red,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Pus,
Yellowson,
The Five Americans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pylon,
Fugazi,
Subhumans,
Monolake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Görl,
The Move,
Al Stewart,
The Zeros,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick Morgan,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.