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 Belarus and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the crunk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Nirvana,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marvin Gaye,
LL Cool J,
Buzzcocks,
Rites of Spring,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
Infiniti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alison Limerick,
Moss Icon,
John Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
the Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Urselle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Au Pairs,
World's Most,
Swans,
Lou Reed,
Pierre Henry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Model 500,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-Ray Spex,
The Beau Brummels,
Barry Ungar,
Carl Craig,
Blake Baxter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Gichy Dan,
Ponytail,
Suicide,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The J.B.'s,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blancmange,
Pussy Galore,
The New Christs,
Eric Copeland,
The Misunderstood,
Drive Like Jehu,
UT,
Porter Ricks,
Masters at Work,
Lyres,
The Happenings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dark Day,
Heaven 17,
Television,
Section 25,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.