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 Syria and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minutemen to the jazz 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Martian,
Crime,
Swell Maps,
Derrick Morgan,
Quadrant,
Fugazi,
Siglo XX,
Ohio Players,
Suicide,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Supertramp,
Mad Mike,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
Desert Stars,
Fluxion,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
Alton Ellis,
Easy Going,
Nas,
The Pretty Things,
John Holt,
DJ Style,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
Urselle,
The Leaves,
Juan Atkins,
Sam Rivers,
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Five Americans,
Spandau Ballet,
Rites of Spring,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Searchers,
Malaria!,
The Monochrome Set,
Neu!,
Make Up,
Skarface,
The Dirtbombs,
ABC,
The New Christs,
Skaos,
Ronan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells,
Albert Ayler,
Funky Four + One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Motions,
Das Ding,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flipper,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.