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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Davy DMX 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monochrome Set,
Freddie Wadling,
Qualms,
Goldenarms,
The Misunderstood,
The Martian,
Prince Buster,
Bill Near,
Newcleus,
Lucky Dragons,
Siglo XX,
Mantronix,
Lalann,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Real Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare,
Crime,
The Five Americans,
Ponytail,
Black Pus,
Cymande,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Görl,
Lakeside,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
Gabor Szabo,
Rufus Thomas,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
The Pretty Things,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
Tres Demented,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy Collins,
Accadde A,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
Hashim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swell Maps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flipper,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Ice-T,
Jeff Mills,
Anakelly,
the Swans,
Roxy Music,
The Fugs,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.