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 Poland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Fat Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Pulsallama,
The Red Krayola,
The Golliwogs,
La Düsseldorf,
Guru Guru,
Joey Negro,
Public Image Ltd.,
Depeche Mode,
Graham Central Station,
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
Shuggie Otis,
The Leaves,
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
Moebius,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
The Raincoats,
Funkadelic,
Pantytec,
Brass Construction,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Finger,
Quando Quango,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
Aural Exciters,
Deadbeat,
Eden Ahbez,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Talk Talk,
The Cure,
Minnie Riperton,
Harmonia,
Amazonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sällskapet,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter and Kerry,
Fear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Victims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Y Pants,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Patti Smith,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.