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 Guinea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Smog,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Glambeats Corp.,
AZ,
H. Thieme,
Animal Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Marshall Jefferson,
La Düsseldorf,
Goldenarms,
Dark Day,
Radiohead,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Victims,
Model 500,
Qualms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hasil Adkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New York Dolls,
The Last Poets,
Inner City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rod Modell,
DJ Style,
Eve St. Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Sandy B,
Unwound,
Cluster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonic Youth,
Ten City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delta 5,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
Clear Light,
Supertramp,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
The Invisible,
Rapeman,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
U.S. Maple,
Skarface,
Aaron Thompson,
The Real Kids,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.