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 Pakistan and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bauhaus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Star Department,
Spoonie Gee,
Graham Central Station,
Sound Behaviour,
In Retrospect,
Faust,
Rod Modell,
Hot Snakes,
Depeche Mode,
Alphaville,
the Human League,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fuzztones,
John Lydon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Altered Images,
10cc,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Moon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kas Product,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Soft Machine,
Massinfluence,
Television Personalities,
Outsiders,
Kurtis Blow,
Motorama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
Pagans,
Erykah Badu,
Liliput,
Lalann,
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Niagra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
Zapp,
Siglo XX,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.