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 Singapore and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Warsaw to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Connie Case,
The Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Second Layer,
Roger Hodgson,
June Days,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Hill,
Neu!,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slackers,
Skriet,
Moebius,
Cybotron,
MC5,
Maurizio,
A Certain Ratio,
The Zeros,
The Divine Comedy,
Supertramp,
Unrelated Segments,
Junior Murvin,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Pus,
Soft Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Terry,
Subhumans,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gong,
H. Thieme,
Blossom Toes,
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pop Group,
Pussy Galore,
Gastr Del Sol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Black Dice,
Peter & Gordon,
Main Source,
Blake Baxter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.