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 United Kingdom and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 La Düsseldorf to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
The Remains,
The Index,
Massinfluence,
U.S. Maple,
The Names,
Absolute Body Control,
Kurtis Blow,
The Seeds,
Skaos,
Shuggie Otis,
Fugazi,
The Cure,
Pole,
The Fuzztones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donny Hathaway,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
Lou Christie,
the Bar-Kays,
Model 500,
Ronan,
Infiniti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
CMW,
Arcadia,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Connie Case,
Matthew Halsall,
Jandek,
The American Breed,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Thompson Twins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marvin Gaye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Mills,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
Warren Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Organ,
Marmalade,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.