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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Little Man to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Warsaw,
The Standells,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Wake,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Near,
The Mummies,
Carl Craig,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tim Buckley,
John Holt,
Piero Umiliani,
Hashim,
Arthur Verocai,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
The Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
the Association,
Wire,
Loose Ends,
The Angels of Light,
Q and Not U,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fire Engines,
Fear,
Crooked Eye,
Bush Tetras,
The Barracudas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Deepchord,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers,
Fugazi,
Jeff Mills,
Nils Olav,
Essential Logic,
These Immortal Souls,
Patti Smith,
The Human League,
The United States of America,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Halsall,
Dave Gahan,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maurizio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liliput,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.