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 Cyprus and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Soft Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Circle Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul II Soul,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
Tres Demented,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dead C,
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
X-102,
Ronnie Foster,
Suicide,
X-101,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Porter Ricks,
Unrelated Segments,
Hardrive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eddi Front,
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacques Brel,
Blancmange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terry Callier,
Metal Thangz,
Mission of Burma,
Amazonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Loose Ends,
The Velvet Underground,
Morten Harket,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
cv313,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius,
Eli Mardock,
Funkadelic,
Popol Vuh,
Erykah Badu,
Monolake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Babytalk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The New Christs,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.