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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Dark Day to the crunk 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fat Boys,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Barracudas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bob Dylan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Almond,
Josef K,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Cale,
Wings,
Hot Snakes,
Basic Channel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Copeland,
Kas Product,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oneida,
Radiopuhelimet,
Symarip,
Lou Christie,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Walker Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pole,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dave Gahan,
Steve Hackett,
Q65,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Carl Craig,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Schoolly D,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Altered Images,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Near,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tom Boy,
U.S. Maple,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.