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 Senegal and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ronan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
JFA,
Bill Near,
Television Personalities,
Lucky Dragons,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Wire,
Laurel Aitken,
Janne Schatter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultra Naté,
Visage,
Dead Boys,
Reagan Youth,
X-101,
Eric Dolphy,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonny Sharrock,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers,
Bauhaus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shoche,
The Techniques,
Flash Fearless,
Pantytec,
AZ,
Quadrant,
Infiniti,
The Mojo Men,
Nirvana,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
June Days,
Q65,
Lyres,
Barrington Levy,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Axelrod,
Ornette Coleman,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Sheep,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Vogues,
Roxette,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker,
Hashim,
Simply Red,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stetsasonic,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.