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 Andorra and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 OOIOO 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
DNA,
Skarface,
L. Decosne,
The Birthday Party,
JFA,
Warsaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pagans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Danielle Patucci,
The Angels of Light,
Audionom,
Lalann,
Silicon Teens,
Agitation Free,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Erasure,
Negative Approach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Al Stewart,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
Youth Brigade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Au Pairs,
Black Pus,
Mars,
The Music Machine,
Technova,
Fatback Band,
The Martian,
Organ,
Surgeon,
Toni Rubio,
The Pop Group,
Ultravox,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Laurel Aitken,
Eurythmics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
Anakelly,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton,
Sandy B,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
The Selecter,
T. Rex,
The American Breed,
The Mojo Men,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.