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 Korea South and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Groovy Waters to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mark Hollis,
Nas,
Negative Approach,
Yazoo,
Panda Bear,
Suburban Knight,
Zapp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Excepter,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Wells,
B.T. Express,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
Pantytec,
Underground Resistance,
The J.B.'s,
A Flock of Seagulls,
A Certain Ratio,
Chrome,
the Normal,
The Fugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Buckinghams,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Sneak,
Siglo XX,
Cluster,
The Barracudas,
Quadrant,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cal Tjader,
Kerri Chandler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlback,
This Heat,
Deepchord,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heaven 17,
Little Man,
Von Mondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faust,
Reuben Wilson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Charles Mingus,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
Robert Görl,
Nico,
Inner City,
Warren Ellis,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.