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 Comoros and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Monolake to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The J.B.'s,
Anthony Braxton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rapeman,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joey Negro,
Franke,
FM Einheit,
Robert Wyatt,
Pagans,
Gabor Szabo,
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes,
Smog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter and Kerry,
Maleditus Sound,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Make Up,
Delta 5,
Joy Division,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Altered Images,
The Real Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wire,
Talk Talk,
Mandrill,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
Interpol,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
The Techniques,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Standells,
David Axelrod,
Skriet,
Pylon,
The Modern Lovers,
The Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.