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 Turkey and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soul II Soul to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Technova,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
Pere Ubu,
Sam Rivers,
Eve St. Jones,
Easy Going,
Jerry's Kids,
The Evens,
Icehouse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
The Names,
Severed Heads,
Motorama,
the Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faust,
The Birthday Party,
Eli Mardock,
Maurizio,
Cymande,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
Basic Channel,
Dennis Brown,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grey Daturas,
Q and Not U,
E-Dancer,
DJ Style,
Juan Atkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
Sandy B,
Prince Buster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mummies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hardrive,
PIL,
Sound Behaviour,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ohio Players,
Zapp,
Surgeon,
Rod Modell,
Minutemen,
The Techniques,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.