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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
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 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 Mission of Burma to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiohead,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Red Krayola,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sällskapet,
Henry Cow,
Pierre Henry,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Junior Murvin,
Mission of Burma,
Amazonics,
The Offenders,
Spoonie Gee,
The Busters,
Vainqueur,
MC5,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
The Smoke,
Alison Limerick,
Qualms,
Skaos,
Derrick Morgan,
Scientists,
Lalann,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fatback Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
Drive Like Jehu,
Loose Ends,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Teasers,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
Boredoms,
Sun City Girls,
Fat Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultravox,
Pantytec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angry Samoans,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Motorama,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.