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 Poland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Masters at Work to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Soft Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Al Stewart,
Anakelly,
X-Ray Spex,
Loose Ends,
Pulsallama,
Kerri Chandler,
Joey Negro,
Byron Stingily,
Infiniti,
Aural Exciters,
the Slits,
Camouflage,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Buzzcocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Surgeon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Searchers,
Spoonie Gee,
Lyres,
Ituana,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sound,
Make Up,
The Knickerbockers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Tremeloes,
La Düsseldorf,
Dennis Brown,
Lalo Schifrin,
FM Einheit,
The Detroit Cobras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül,
Boredoms,
the Germs,
Icehouse,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MC5,
Trumans Water,
Barry Ungar,
The Standells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Hood,
PIL,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.