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 Niger and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Monolake to the punk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
Ice-T,
Ludus,
FM Einheit,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
Shuggie Otis,
CMW,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slick Rick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crime,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wasted Youth,
Skaos,
Arthur Verocai,
Dark Day,
Bill Near,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Sam Rivers,
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
Grey Daturas,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q and Not U,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Wyatt,
Marine Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang of Four,
Thee Headcoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Nils Olav,
Lower 48,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Human League,
John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mojo Men,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare,
Intrusion,
Suburban Knight,
Scan 7,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
Negative Approach,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.