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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Iggy Pop,
Royal Trux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mo-Dettes,
Blancmange,
The Saints,
Brothers Johnson,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
The Standells,
OOIOO,
Scion,
Half Japanese,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cure,
Terry Callier,
Silicon Teens,
the Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
X-101,
Sandy B,
Robert Hood,
David Axelrod,
Dead Boys,
LL Cool J,
Scrapy,
Wally Richardson,
Sarah Menescal,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Carl Craig,
The Mojo Men,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
Outsiders,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fat Boys,
Das Ding,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fluxion,
Rapeman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Newcleus,
Lakeside,
Tres Demented,
Make Up,
Barrington Levy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
Rites of Spring,
Qualms,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.