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 Malta and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Sex Pistols 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Prince Buster,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed,
Scrapy,
The Stooges,
Duran Duran,
Sällskapet,
Index,
Visage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
New York Dolls,
Black Flag,
Aural Exciters,
Sixth Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arab on Radar,
Graham Central Station,
Black Bananas,
Delta 5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül II,
Sound Behaviour,
the Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Foxx,
Animal Collective,
Masters at Work,
kango's stein massive,
Procol Harum,
Patti Smith,
Aswad,
Marvin Gaye,
Blancmange,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare,
Blake Baxter,
David McCallum,
Oblivians,
Connie Case,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pere Ubu,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
CMW,
Cameo,
Jacques Brel,
The Gories,
Scratch Acid,
The American Breed,
The Fuzztones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sister Nancy,
Moby Grape,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.