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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Negative Approach to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Pole,
Idris Muhammad,
Ludus,
Skriet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
The Smiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Marine Girls,
Liliput,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cameo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
DJ Sneak,
The Saints,
Hoover,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
Roxette,
The Gladiators,
Talk Talk,
Surgeon,
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Sister Nancy,
Organ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alice Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Flag,
The Grass Roots,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Skaos,
Black Pus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Half Japanese,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Green,
Al Stewart,
Dead Boys,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.