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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sun City Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
the Association,
Y Pants,
Visage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masters at Work,
Simply Red,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
FM Einheit,
China Crisis,
ABC,
In Retrospect,
Fifty Foot Hose,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Rundgren,
Royal Trux,
the Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
Sun City Girls,
Panda Bear,
The Beau Brummels,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stetsasonic,
Rotary Connection,
Black Flag,
Mandrill,
The Human League,
Smog,
Sexual Harrassment,
June of 44,
Crooked Eye,
Metal Thangz,
Boredoms,
Tubeway Army,
Flamin' Groovies,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fall,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gories,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxette,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
Swans,
Nico,
Kenny Larkin,
Television Personalities,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Piero Umiliani,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.