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 St Lucia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Sisters of Mercy 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Zeros,
Lou Christie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Make Up,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hardrive,
The Monks,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy Collins,
The Residents,
The Standells,
Harpers Bizarre,
James White and The Blacks,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Warsaw,
Ultravox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sparks,
Hoover,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grauzone,
In Retrospect,
Hashim,
The Angels of Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Clear Light,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Lynne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television Personalities,
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minutemen,
Minny Pops,
Circle Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cramps,
Funky Four + One,
Quadrant,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.