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 Malaysia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Big Daddy Kane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Section 25,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Holt,
Khruangbin,
Gichy Dan,
Mars,
The Dead C,
John Foxx,
Camouflage,
Bill Wells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
The United States of America,
The Pretty Things,
Alphaville,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fortunes,
10cc,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul II Soul,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Bourne,
Patti Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Au Pairs,
The Litter,
The Real Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Nirvana,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
the Association,
Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Bronski Beat,
Mo-Dettes,
Duran Duran,
The Gap Band,
Tubeway Army,
Curtis Mayfield,
Symarip,
Metal Thangz,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra,
Darondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
Funky Four + One,
The Fugs,
Rapeman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
U.S. Maple,
Man Parrish,
Quadrant,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.