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 Tonga and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Albert Ayler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
H. Thieme,
The Wake,
a-ha,
The Seeds,
The Associates,
the Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
Mark Hollis,
Yusef Lateef,
Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Schoolly D,
Bluetip,
Fear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scratch Acid,
The Smiths,
Drexciya,
Rotary Connection,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
Slick Rick,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
Unrelated Segments,
R.M.O.,
Monolake,
Bush Tetras,
Tears for Fears,
Bob Dylan,
The Selecter,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Janne Schatter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Archie Shepp,
ABBA,
Jacob Miller,
the Bar-Kays,
Flash Fearless,
Fluxion,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare,
Flipper,
Skaos,
Toni Rubio,
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
Television,
The Martian,
Mandrill,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.