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 Ireland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the crunk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deadbeat,
Neu!,
The Buckinghams,
The Black Dice,
Ten City,
Delta 5,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Golliwogs,
Popol Vuh,
David Axelrod,
Prince Buster,
The Tremeloes,
The Techniques,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas,
Eurythmics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
Gong,
Minny Pops,
Thompson Twins,
Aloha Tigers,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Bananas,
Infiniti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shoche,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick May,
Ken Boothe,
Alphaville,
Sandy B,
The Residents,
Josef K,
Absolute Body Control,
Camouflage,
Severed Heads,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
Kaleidoscope,
Adolescents,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
Jawbox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stereo Dub,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cramps,
Eric Copeland,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Green,
Kurtis Blow,
Saccharine Trust,
Sparks,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.