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 Japan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Tears for Fears to the funk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Last Poets,
Terry Callier,
Nick Fraelich,
Max Romeo,
Hashim,
John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
Lee Hazlewood,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
Lyres,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-101,
The Gories,
Technova,
Tim Buckley,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aswad,
Barrington Levy,
Wings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ponytail,
Girls At Our Best!,
cv313,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Mr. Review,
Dave Gahan,
One Last Wish,
the Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
The Gun Club,
EPMD,
Vladislav Delay,
Iggy Pop,
Alison Limerick,
Infiniti,
Joensuu 1685,
Loose Ends,
Black Moon,
Jeff Mills,
Neu!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anthony Braxton,
Slave,
La Düsseldorf,
The New Christs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Schoolly D,
the Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.