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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The Searchers to the grime 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalann,
Nico,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris Corsano,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
Subhumans,
8 Eyed Spy,
R.M.O.,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Scratch Acid,
F. McDonald,
June Days,
Lower 48,
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man,
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
Zero Boys,
Moby Grape,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Hill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hoover,
The Trojans,
The Offenders,
China Crisis,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Kinks,
Oblivians,
Half Japanese,
Public Image Ltd.,
Severed Heads,
Black Moon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fuzztones,
Model 500,
Swans,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
the Swans,
Nirvana,
Alton Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Amazonics,
The Grass Roots,
Terrestrial Tones,
10cc,
Davy DMX,
The Last Poets,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantaleimon,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.