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 Burkina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Leonard Cohen to the techno 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
Duran Duran,
Los Fastidios,
The Flesh Eaters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agitation Free,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter & Gordon,
Barry Ungar,
Grey Daturas,
Khruangbin,
Sun City Girls,
Amazonics,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
Barbara Tucker,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quando Quango,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June Days,
Visage,
Marvin Gaye,
The Red Krayola,
Fugazi,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
China Crisis,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül,
the Germs,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mummies,
Theoretical Girls,
Suicide,
the Bar-Kays,
Gong,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Fania All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Trojans,
Dual Sessions,
The Saints,
Kaleidoscope,
Gabor Szabo,
The Birthday Party,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.