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 Jordan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 New York Dolls to the grime 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Unwound,
Warren Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Cal Tjader,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maurizio,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Los Fastidios,
Pet Shop Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Inner City,
Pantaleimon,
Faraquet,
The Gladiators,
KRS-One,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange,
Bronski Beat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Kinks,
Zapp,
The Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Ossler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skarface,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Mills,
Stetsasonic,
In Retrospect,
Marine Girls,
the Association,
Marc Almond,
Cluster,
Das Ding,
Adolescents,
Desert Stars,
Q65,
Derrick Morgan,
Moby Grape,
MC5,
Archie Shepp,
Yaz,
John Foxx,
Kerri Chandler,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.