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 Finland and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flesh Eaters to the techno 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cameo,
The Buckinghams,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonic Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Rotary Connection,
Boogie Down Productions,
KRS-One,
Pantytec,
Jacques Brel,
Moby Grape,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grey Daturas,
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chrome,
Bronski Beat,
Patti Smith,
Parry Music,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker,
Los Fastidios,
Youth Brigade,
The Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Urselle,
Mr. Review,
Max Romeo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sight & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
the Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
Excepter,
Bill Wells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Christie,
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pop Group,
X-101,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arthur Verocai,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
UT,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.