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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Modern Lovers to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Stiv Bators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minnie Riperton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Hood,
Mo-Dettes,
Brick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Michelle Simonal,
Tim Buckley,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rekid,
Brothers Johnson,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Shoche,
Negative Approach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kaleidoscope,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quantec,
Tommy Roe,
Nirvana,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers,
Isaac Hayes,
Parry Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Byron Stingily,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Flag,
Carl Craig,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Junior Murvin,
Masters at Work,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
Nas,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moebius,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Wyatt,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.