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 Tanzania and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Motions to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Traffic Nightmare,
AZ,
Godley & Creme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camouflage,
The Remains,
The Music Machine,
Simply Red,
Stetsasonic,
Sixth Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monks,
Loose Ends,
Tim Buckley,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Alice Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Eden Ahbez,
Whodini,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Selecter,
Nirvana,
Eli Mardock,
Quantec,
Reuben Wilson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Teasers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Motions,
The Leaves,
Eddi Front,
Easy Going,
Mad Mike,
The Standells,
Youth Brigade,
T. Rex,
Cybotron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tom Boy,
The Techniques,
Bob Dylan,
The Divine Comedy,
Michelle Simonal,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.