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 Armenia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Raincoats to the electroclash 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
Crispian St. Peters,
DNA,
Von Mondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Boz Scaggs,
Terry Callier,
The Trojans,
Hot Snakes,
The Blackbyrds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skriet,
Gang Starr,
Delon & Dalcan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harmonia,
Zapp,
Sparks,
The Remains,
The Standells,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sam Rivers,
The Pop Group,
the Swans,
Ten City,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Motions,
Maurizio,
Quadrant,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Graham Central Station,
Funkadelic,
Circle Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delta 5,
Morten Harket,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Hood,
In Retrospect,
Lakeside,
Sugar Minott,
Wire,
Warren Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Eric Copeland,
Kenny Larkin,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
Chris & Cosey,
Marine Girls,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.