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 Romania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Cybotron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
Neu!,
The Angels of Light,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang of Four,
Wasted Youth,
KRS-One,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultravox,
Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Moon,
The Divine Comedy,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Symarip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantaleimon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Organ,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Swans,
Minutemen,
Rufus Thomas,
the Normal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Underground Resistance,
Hashim,
Wolf Eyes,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Carl Craig,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
Newcleus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mission of Burma,
The Neon Judgement,
Zapp,
Jawbox,
The Star Department,
Archie Shepp,
Panda Bear,
Junior Murvin,
Livin' Joy,
Flash Fearless,
R.M.O.,
Banda Bassotti,
Rekid,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.