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 Iran and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Porter Ricks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Techniques,
Pulsallama,
Swell Maps,
Donny Hathaway,
Nirvana,
Q and Not U,
A Certain Ratio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eurythmics,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brick,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
Bob Dylan,
The Martian,
Urselle,
Marc Almond,
Slick Rick,
LL Cool J,
Los Fastidios,
Gong,
Moebius,
Crooked Eye,
The Vogues,
Circle Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Sex Pistols,
The Saints,
Technova,
Gang Green,
Skriet,
Erykah Badu,
Depeche Mode,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
Qualms,
Sam Rivers,
Susan Cadogan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D,
Stiv Bators,
Gichy Dan,
Wire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Sheep,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arthur Verocai,
Erasure,
The Count Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.