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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
John Holt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
The American Breed,
The Human League,
Bluetip,
Basic Channel,
Eurythmics,
Cal Tjader,
Little Man,
Man Eating Sloth,
The New Christs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skriet,
The Motions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Althea and Donna,
Spoonie Gee,
New Age Steppers,
Youth Brigade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris & Cosey,
Warsaw,
The Dead C,
Wasted Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Moss Icon,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Kinks,
Funky Four + One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cluster,
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick Morgan,
Derrick May,
This Heat,
Sällskapet,
Donald Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Josef K,
Thompson Twins,
Hasil Adkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Starr,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Terry Callier,
Swell Maps,
the Germs,
Dave Gahan,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.