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 United Kingdom and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lebanon Hanover to the dance 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Raincoats,
Dave Gahan,
Organ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Darondo,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Don Cherry,
Susan Cadogan,
Talk Talk,
The Residents,
Y Pants,
Monks,
Robert Hood,
The Index,
Trumans Water,
Lee Hazlewood,
Absolute Body Control,
10cc,
Grauzone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camberwell Now,
The Fall,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q65,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funky Four + One,
Soulsonic Force,
Supertramp,
The Zeros,
Quadrant,
Todd Terry,
Deakin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Osbourne,
H. Thieme,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
Robert Görl,
Gong,
Janne Schatter,
Mad Mike,
Clear Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jandek,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Mills,
Radiohead,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.