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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 The Standells to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
UT,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Second Layer,
The Martian,
Scrapy,
Cecil Taylor,
Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lyres,
Country Teasers,
Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visage,
Subhumans,
the Human League,
Ten City,
Sparks,
Derrick May,
Gang of Four,
Sam Rivers,
Arthur Verocai,
MDC,
Ultra Naté,
Max Romeo,
Outsiders,
Robert Hood,
Steve Hackett,
The Beau Brummels,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Main Source,
Yellowson,
Roger Hodgson,
Unrelated Segments,
Moby Grape,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David McCallum,
Hoover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Sällskapet,
Absolute Body Control,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cameo,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
Jacques Brel,
Von Mondo,
Grey Daturas,
The Durutti Column,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.