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 Ecuador and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Anakelly to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Sarah Menescal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-102,
T. Rex,
Cymande,
Moss Icon,
Lalann,
The Fuzztones,
The Moody Blues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erasure,
F. McDonald,
Dark Day,
Nas,
Bronski Beat,
JFA,
Todd Rundgren,
Anakelly,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blake Baxter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quantec,
Skaos,
10cc,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Last Poets,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500,
Nico,
Stockholm Monsters,
June of 44,
Minny Pops,
Y Pants,
Make Up,
Zapp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
Howard Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
CMW,
Malaria!,
Supertramp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Toni Rubio,
The Kinks,
Joyce Sims,
Funkadelic,
Davy DMX,
Prince Buster,
Altered Images,
the Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fortunes,
Duran Duran,
Quadrant,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eli Mardock,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.