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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Delon & Dalcan to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Massinfluence,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Görl,
Model 500,
Sonic Youth,
Surgeon,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Starr,
The Invisible,
John Cale,
Cymande,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Bourne,
Visage,
Yellowson,
Ponytail,
Adolescents,
EPMD,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Flag,
the Normal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Sneak,
Amazonics,
Faust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Desert Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Technova,
Y Pants,
Zapp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Cell,
10cc,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June Days,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
Ten City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers,
Mark Hollis,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacques Brel,
The Zeros,
Lightning Bolt,
Ornette Coleman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Max Romeo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kas Product,
Joyce Sims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Wake,
The Seeds,
Mantronix,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.