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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Franke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Technova,
Vainqueur,
Dave Gahan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
Hoover,
Goldenarms,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
Rekid,
Altered Images,
Tubeway Army,
Howard Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bob Dylan,
Lindisfarne,
Second Layer,
Aural Exciters,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Almond,
Wolf Eyes,
Jandek,
Shuggie Otis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Gang Dance,
JFA,
ABC,
Dennis Brown,
The Wake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sonics,
the Swans,
Oblivians,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Deadbeat,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Residents,
X-101,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings,
U.S. Maple,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tres Demented,
Fela Kuti,
The Zeros,
Inner City,
June of 44,
The Golliwogs,
Reuben Wilson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Little Man,
The Evens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.