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 Somalia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moss Icon to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fall,
Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Sherman,
The Stooges,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
Malaria!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wally Richardson,
Duran Duran,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-102,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
the Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blake Baxter,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q and Not U,
Jacob Miller,
Rapeman,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
Quando Quango,
The Music Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Whodini,
Marc Almond,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scan 7,
E-Dancer,
The Moleskins,
Q65,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
The Five Americans,
Scratch Acid,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers,
The Litter,
Lungfish,
World's Most,
Rod Modell,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.