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 Angola and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Camouflage 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Accadde A,
Make Up,
Soft Machine,
Icehouse,
Rekid,
La Düsseldorf,
Joy Division,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yellowson,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
Lower 48,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Josef K,
Ice-T,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispian St. Peters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Holt,
Fatback Band,
The American Breed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Darondo,
Skriet,
Kerri Chandler,
Porter Ricks,
World's Most,
Grauzone,
Buzzcocks,
The Busters,
Andrew Hill,
Arab on Radar,
Morten Harket,
Bauhaus,
Scion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marmalade,
The Zeros,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Underground Resistance,
Japan,
Camberwell Now,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
a-ha,
Barrington Levy,
John Lydon,
T. Rex,
Lou Christie,
Bob Dylan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques,
Sarah Menescal,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.