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 Somalia and from New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mark Hollis to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gladiators,
Gang Green,
The Dead C,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Brick,
Sonic Youth,
The Cowsills,
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
Nico,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Terry,
Absolute Body Control,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Near,
Junior Murvin,
Dual Sessions,
New Age Steppers,
The Moody Blues,
Excepter,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Style,
Essential Logic,
John Holt,
Stiv Bators,
The Buckinghams,
Average White Band,
DNA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Grauzone,
Icehouse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terry Callier,
Gabor Szabo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Associates,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maurizio,
Nik Kershaw,
LL Cool J,
Q and Not U,
Darondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantytec,
Barry Ungar,
Buzzcocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T.S.O.L.,
The Golliwogs,
Massinfluence,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.