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 France and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 jazz 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Neon Judgement,
Deakin,
Oblivians,
Laurel Aitken,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-101,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Sonics,
Minutemen,
Scratch Acid,
a-ha,
Jacques Brel,
Dawn Penn,
Colin Newman,
JFA,
The Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pole,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Make Up,
Clear Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monochrome Set,
Rakim,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
John Foxx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shoche,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stiv Bators,
Sonic Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dead C,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Don Cherry,
the Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
One Last Wish,
New York Dolls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Average White Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Metal Thangz,
Barrington Levy,
Chris & Cosey,
EPMD,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cramps,
Tres Demented,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.