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 Tunisia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 The Angels of Light to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Pierre Henry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aural Exciters,
The Victims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Prince Buster,
Silicon Teens,
The Beau Brummels,
David Bowie,
The Barracudas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
the Slits,
The Five Americans,
Livin' Joy,
Eurythmics,
Pagans,
The Fugs,
Icehouse,
Harmonia,
T. Rex,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magazine,
Simply Red,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suicide,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Names,
Deepchord,
Lungfish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare,
These Immortal Souls,
Shuggie Otis,
Y Pants,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Fraelich,
EPMD,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Audionom,
Oneida,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.