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 Jamaica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grime 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Motorama,
A Certain Ratio,
Davy DMX,
Eurythmics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Style,
Idris Muhammad,
Hasil Adkins,
Yaz,
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maurizio,
Sonic Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul II Soul,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
Rapeman,
The Saints,
Flipper,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultra Naté,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
The Zeros,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magazine,
Radiohead,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Juan Atkins,
Yellowson,
the Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
JFA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantytec,
Monolake,
Prince Buster,
The Litter,
Marmalade,
Bootsy Collins,
Newcleus,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Mills,
Morten Harket,
Chris Corsano,
Niagra,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.