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 Barbados and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Severed Heads to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dennis Brown,
Hashim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Josef K,
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blancmange,
The Black Dice,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masters at Work,
The Golliwogs,
Harry Pussy,
Symarip,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
The Misunderstood,
The Offenders,
Jawbox,
Ronnie Foster,
Mad Mike,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo,
the Normal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ituana,
Heaven 17,
Eli Mardock,
Sarah Menescal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
U.S. Maple,
The United States of America,
Public Image Ltd.,
Morten Harket,
Easy Going,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Babytalk,
David Bowie,
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams,
Quantec,
Amazonics,
Cal Tjader,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zero Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
K-Klass,
Lyres,
Altered Images,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Franke,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.