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 Ethiopia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Monolake to the funk 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra,
Harry Pussy,
Crooked Eye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maleditus Sound,
Buzzcocks,
The Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Gang Starr,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Womack,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
Los Fastidios,
Jawbox,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Associates,
The American Breed,
the Germs,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare,
World's Most,
Nils Olav,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Holt,
Nick Fraelich,
Cybotron,
ABBA,
Robert Wyatt,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Sheep,
Wire,
The Standells,
Lungfish,
Archie Shepp,
Bob Dylan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bronski Beat,
Magma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Procol Harum,
The Neon Judgement,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Connie Case,
The Names,
Boredoms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.