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 Grenada and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Wally Richardson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
the Normal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Urselle,
ABC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
The Litter,
Tears for Fears,
Icehouse,
Lou Christie,
Duran Duran,
Skriet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Ituana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
Arab on Radar,
Darondo,
The American Breed,
R.M.O.,
Cecil Taylor,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pierre Henry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonic Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Boredoms,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
Basic Channel,
La Düsseldorf,
Goldenarms,
The Grass Roots,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tim Buckley,
Agent Orange,
Marvin Gaye,
Alison Limerick,
Soul II Soul,
The Wake,
Bad Manners,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grey Daturas,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.