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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Eden Ahbez to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
Pussy Galore,
Simply Red,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
Max Romeo,
Theoretical Girls,
Organ,
Prince Buster,
Ultra Naté,
Bob Dylan,
Subhumans,
Todd Terry,
Black Pus,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear,
Neu!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Modern Lovers,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Mills,
ABC,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
Faraquet,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Darondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
Hasil Adkins,
Model 500,
The Fuzztones,
Mark Hollis,
Maurizio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liliput,
Mad Mike,
Wasted Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Brick,
Gichy Dan,
Rakim,
The Names,
Drexciya,
Alton Ellis,
The Trojans,
Ten City,
The Beau Brummels,
Masters at Work,
Parry Music,
Zero Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Oblivians,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.