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 Malaysia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neu! to the crunk 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Bluetip,
Half Japanese,
F. McDonald,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minny Pops,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Almond,
The Vogues,
The Durutti Column,
Kurtis Blow,
Al Stewart,
The Gories,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Misunderstood,
The Dead C,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
U.S. Maple,
Mars,
Dual Sessions,
Country Teasers,
Grey Daturas,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aural Exciters,
10cc,
Soulsonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang On A Can,
Blossom Toes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Banda Bassotti,
June of 44,
Basic Channel,
Mo-Dettes,
Scion,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fela Kuti,
Quadrant,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Dolphy,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marvin Gaye,
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Television,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slackers,
World's Most,
Wally Richardson,
The Seeds,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.