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 Andorra and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Zeros to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
Black Sheep,
The Durutti Column,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swell Maps,
Wally Richardson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-101,
Dual Sessions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed,
Bluetip,
Minor Threat,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Holt,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
cv313,
Excepter,
Rufus Thomas,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Wake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joyce Sims,
Aswad,
Frankie Knuckles,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Selecter,
Anakelly,
Funkadelic,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hoover,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Wells,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Copeland,
Khruangbin,
Adolescents,
Delta 5,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
Cameo,
Malaria!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.