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 Latvia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Juan Atkins to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Faust,
Eddi Front,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Dark Day,
Niagra,
Hoover,
Roxette,
Bauhaus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Das Ding,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Toni Rubio,
Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
La Düsseldorf,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marine Girls,
Robert Görl,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacques Brel,
Shuggie Otis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Smog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skarface,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Birthday Party,
FM Einheit,
Rekid,
The Black Dice,
Absolute Body Control,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fuzztones,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
Angry Samoans,
Chris & Cosey,
The Trojans,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-102,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABC,
The Monks,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.