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 Netherlands and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Unwound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scratch Acid,
Alton Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
The Mummies,
Bob Dylan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
U.S. Maple,
The Detroit Cobras,
Technova,
Adolescents,
Tears for Fears,
UT,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
Negative Approach,
Fugazi,
DJ Sneak,
Magazine,
The Moody Blues,
Brick,
Ultra Naté,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantytec,
Eurythmics,
Surgeon,
Alphaville,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The New Christs,
The Gladiators,
Iggy Pop,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Busters,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül,
Soul II Soul,
Essential Logic,
Gong,
Soulsonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Peter and Kerry,
Warsaw,
Al Stewart,
Yellowson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q and Not U,
Audionom,
Robert Wyatt,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rapeman,
Glambeats Corp.,
cv313,
The Count Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.