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 Vietnam and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stockholm Monsters to the crunk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joy Division,
The Offenders,
Kayak,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gories,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
The Cowsills,
The Smoke,
Simply Red,
Ice-T,
Main Source,
Delta 5,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick May,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Clarke,
James White and The Blacks,
The Birthday Party,
Yusef Lateef,
Visage,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Görl,
Oneida,
Godley & Creme,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vladislav Delay,
The Detroit Cobras,
OOIOO,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scratch Acid,
Cheater Slicks,
Franke,
Jawbox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ohio Players,
Mantronix,
Ultra Naté,
Wasted Youth,
The Mummies,
Ponytail,
The Wake,
Carl Craig,
The Walker Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Albert Ayler,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.