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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 Television to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Suburban Knight,
Negative Approach,
Peter & Gordon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Bowie,
Buzzcocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nas,
The Vogues,
The Move,
Groovy Waters,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eddi Front,
T.S.O.L.,
MC5,
the Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Eurythmics,
Theoretical Girls,
The Last Poets,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pierre Henry,
ABBA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dave Gahan,
Cymande,
Y Pants,
The Busters,
Smog,
Zapp,
Little Man,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms,
Joy Division,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brass Construction,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Enemy,
Gang Green,
Freddie Wadling,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
The Sound,
John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marine Girls,
Swans,
Delta 5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skaos,
Vainqueur,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.