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 Mozambique and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Rufus Thomas,
Funky Four + One,
The Remains,
Scratch Acid,
Joey Negro,
Supertramp,
Flipper,
Moebius,
Banda Bassotti,
kango's stein massive,
The Associates,
Lou Reed,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
The Misunderstood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Colin Newman,
Au Pairs,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visage,
Leonard Cohen,
Marvin Gaye,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
Pagans,
The Monochrome Set,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moss Icon,
The Martian,
Laurel Aitken,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
Drexciya,
Soft Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Bauhaus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Animal Collective,
Scientists,
Talk Talk,
Dual Sessions,
The Zeros,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Ultravox,
Jeff Mills,
Pole,
DNA,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.