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 Malta and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hot Snakes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mr. Review,
Country Teasers,
Sister Nancy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skaos,
Supertramp,
James White and The Blacks,
Slave,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Prince Buster,
The Techniques,
The Move,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
FM Einheit,
Danielle Patucci,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
One Last Wish,
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Trumans Water,
Average White Band,
Dual Sessions,
Smog,
H. Thieme,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brick,
Moby Grape,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-101,
The Last Poets,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
Radio Birdman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
Visage,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rod Modell,
Ohio Players,
Theoretical Girls,
The Remains,
Unrelated Segments,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.