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 East Timor and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pierre Henry to the jazz 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Gang Starr,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
World's Most,
Clear Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker,
Underground Resistance,
Kenny Larkin,
Boz Scaggs,
Sparks,
Half Japanese,
Anakelly,
Colin Newman,
Althea and Donna,
Sarah Menescal,
the Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
Mark Hollis,
Tim Buckley,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rod Modell,
Nils Olav,
Prince Buster,
Sound Behaviour,
Zero Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
L. Decosne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultra Naté,
Desert Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Skarface,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funky Four + One,
JFA,
Sixth Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scion,
The Neon Judgement,
Swell Maps,
The Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Joey Negro,
Youth Brigade,
The Dirtbombs,
Al Stewart,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
Sun City Girls,
John Lydon,
DNA,
Eddi Front,
Todd Rundgren,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.