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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the funk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barry Ungar,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Move,
Lightning Bolt,
Loose Ends,
Organ,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jandek,
Radiohead,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Isaac Hayes,
U.S. Maple,
Y Pants,
Dennis Brown,
the Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Supertramp,
Andrew Hill,
the Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Rapeman,
Skarface,
Soulsonic Force,
Motorama,
The Gap Band,
The Kinks,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Bourne,
the Swans,
The Star Department,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Copeland,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Massinfluence,
The Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
New York Dolls,
The Searchers,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Style,
Nirvana,
The Happenings,
Depeche Mode,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.