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 Iraq and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Underground Resistance,
The Zeros,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed,
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
The Victims,
Banda Bassotti,
Vladislav Delay,
Lindisfarne,
Scan 7,
The Dirtbombs,
The Birthday Party,
Talk Talk,
Qualms,
Scratch Acid,
These Immortal Souls,
Q65,
Skriet,
the Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Inner City,
Make Up,
Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
the Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dark Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Hood,
Goldenarms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
Eden Ahbez,
Whodini,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minnie Riperton,
Joy Division,
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lakeside,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
PIL,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delta 5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Tres Demented,
Animal Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.