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 Uzbekistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Aural Exciters to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wings,
Dead Boys,
Graham Central Station,
F. McDonald,
The Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Circle Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
UT,
John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
Boredoms,
Marvin Gaye,
Harry Pussy,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Sheep,
Sound Behaviour,
Harmonia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
Derrick Morgan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yellowson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tubeway Army,
Morten Harket,
The Real Kids,
Brass Construction,
Ten City,
The Star Department,
JFA,
Derrick May,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang of Four,
Surgeon,
Groovy Waters,
Royal Trux,
Los Fastidios,
Black Pus,
Smog,
Interpol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Lydon,
The J.B.'s,
K-Klass,
This Heat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.