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 Taiwan and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Dead Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magma,
Chris & Cosey,
Skaos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maurizio,
DJ Sneak,
T. Rex,
Barbara Tucker,
Slave,
Henry Cow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moss Icon,
Eddi Front,
Gabor Szabo,
Fad Gadget,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Motorama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Searchers,
Eric Copeland,
Pussy Galore,
Eve St. Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Five Americans,
Lakeside,
Black Flag,
Surgeon,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Associates,
Crime,
Zero Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quantec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blossom Toes,
The Sound,
Babytalk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q65,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mo-Dettes,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spandau Ballet,
John Lydon,
Prince Buster,
Lower 48,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rod Modell,
The Toasters,
Camouflage,
ABC,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.