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 Zimbabwe and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Martian to the electroclash 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Sällskapet,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
Altered Images,
Graham Central Station,
Suburban Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Magma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Motorama,
Q and Not U,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Beau Brummels,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moleskins,
Massinfluence,
Radiohead,
The Blackbyrds,
Lower 48,
Bronski Beat,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers,
a-ha,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Guru Guru,
Aural Exciters,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pussy Galore,
Intrusion,
Bluetip,
Prince Buster,
Animal Collective,
Todd Terry,
Susan Cadogan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faraquet,
Shuggie Otis,
Rapeman,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Sugar Minott,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jawbox,
Pantytec,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.