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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joe Finger to the funk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
Anakelly,
Khruangbin,
Bush Tetras,
John Lydon,
Yellowson,
the Germs,
Lou Christie,
Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Rundgren,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Certain Ratio,
Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris & Cosey,
Archie Shepp,
Average White Band,
E-Dancer,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
Moebius,
Erasure,
Cameo,
The Remains,
Hoover,
Make Up,
Ludus,
David Bowie,
David Axelrod,
Minor Threat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tomorrow,
Television,
Pagans,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
Scan 7,
Sonic Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Amazonics,
Pylon,
Piero Umiliani,
Saccharine Trust,
Technova,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Simply Red,
FM Einheit,
Skriet,
Sparks,
Intrusion,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.