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 India and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Saccharine Trust to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Con Funk Shun,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Machine,
The Selecter,
Tom Boy,
June Days,
Quadrant,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Foxx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Malaria!,
The Smiths,
The Gladiators,
Scion,
The Martian,
Gang of Four,
Rotary Connection,
Max Romeo,
Bill Near,
Black Flag,
The Modern Lovers,
Hashim,
Monks,
Stereo Dub,
ABBA,
Josef K,
JFA,
Pylon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Main Source,
Mission of Burma,
Barrington Levy,
Adolescents,
Faraquet,
Easy Going,
Angry Samoans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cameo,
Little Man,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blancmange,
Rufus Thomas,
Dead Boys,
Amazonics,
Visage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick May,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.