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 Macedonia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gregory Isaacs to the disco 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
The Divine Comedy,
Funkadelic,
Oblivians,
Mr. Review,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crime,
DJ Sneak,
Tommy Roe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Laurel Aitken,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nik Kershaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Faraquet,
Funky Four + One,
Althea and Donna,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
The Velvet Underground,
Rod Modell,
The Tremeloes,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lyres,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aaron Thompson,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlback,
Guru Guru,
Wings,
the Sonics,
Excepter,
Angry Samoans,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers,
Niagra,
Television Personalities,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Newcleus,
Sonic Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Aloha Tigers,
The Associates,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultra Naté,
Ohio Players,
FM Einheit,
Glenn Branca,
Theoretical Girls,
Joy Division,
F. McDonald,
This Heat,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.