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 Niger and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Qualms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Kinks,
Loose Ends,
Bang On A Can,
The Moleskins,
The Mojo Men,
Crime,
Letta Mbulu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slave,
Alice Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
Q65,
Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pop Group,
PIL,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantytec,
Moebius,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dave Gahan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rod Modell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Goldenarms,
Au Pairs,
Porter Ricks,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
Laurel Aitken,
Quando Quango,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dawn Penn,
Model 500,
Bluetip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Howard Jones,
Mars,
Das Ding,
Camberwell Now,
Slick Rick,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker,
Gang Starr,
Whodini,
Amon Düül,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Order,
Pere Ubu,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.