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 Bangladesh and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
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 oboe 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 Dual Sessions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young,
Cecil Taylor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delta 5,
CMW,
The Remains,
Connie Case,
Sex Pistols,
Visage,
Erykah Badu,
The Names,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q and Not U,
Flamin' Groovies,
Interpol,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
Mark Hollis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
ABBA,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Starr,
These Immortal Souls,
David Axelrod,
Japan,
Arcadia,
Stiv Bators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
Henry Cow,
Hashim,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Almond,
Magma,
Bizarre Inc.,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Hill,
Gong,
The Cramps,
Easy Going,
Slave,
The Stooges,
Janne Schatter,
Swans,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.