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 Equatorial Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bauhaus to the rap 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hot Snakes,
The Victims,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rekid,
Dual Sessions,
Fugazi,
Gabor Szabo,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rod Modell,
Massinfluence,
Nico,
David Axelrod,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Khruangbin,
Malaria!,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Audionom,
The Tremeloes,
The Martian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Happenings,
The Neon Judgement,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warsaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suicide,
Wasted Youth,
Lungfish,
Max Romeo,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Graham Central Station,
Warren Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Danielle Patucci,
Slick Rick,
The Star Department,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brick,
Matthew Bourne,
H. Thieme,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minny Pops,
Fear,
Minnie Riperton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.