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 Liechtenstein and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Evens,
The Saints,
Y Pants,
Marc Almond,
Cybotron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scratch Acid,
Popol Vuh,
Grauzone,
Dennis Brown,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ludus,
Severed Heads,
Juan Atkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Whodini,
The Young Rascals,
Tubeway Army,
Bob Dylan,
Marmalade,
Essential Logic,
Robert Hood,
Crash Course in Science,
X-102,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
Dave Gahan,
Khruangbin,
New Order,
Erasure,
Trumans Water,
Ossler,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
Eric Copeland,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Star Department,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
Al Stewart,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
The Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Wyatt,
Cluster,
Monolake,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.