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 Ecuador and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Juan Atkins 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker,
Eden Ahbez,
Ohio Players,
Aaron Thompson,
Inner City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oneida,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Janne Schatter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Mills,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lyres,
Crime,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kas Product,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suicide,
The Selecter,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Human League,
The Names,
The Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gabor Szabo,
The Birthday Party,
Brass Construction,
The Index,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
The Sisters of Mercy,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
Mission of Burma,
The Red Krayola,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.