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 Austria and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grunge 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Tubeway Army,
Deepchord,
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Move,
H. Thieme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sarah Menescal,
FM Einheit,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marine Girls,
Quantec,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy Collins,
CMW,
Zapp,
UT,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Flash Fearless,
The Victims,
Cybotron,
Sam Rivers,
48th St. Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fatback Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The New Christs,
The Stooges,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bluetip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Wire,
Ice-T,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra,
Donny Hathaway,
The Durutti Column,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slits,
Yellowson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.