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 Japan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Essential Logic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Victims,
Excepter,
Howard Jones,
The Stooges,
Procol Harum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slackers,
Marc Almond,
Mission of Burma,
Warsaw,
Agent Orange,
Roxette,
Lou Reed,
Gang Green,
Godley & Creme,
Judy Mowatt,
Grauzone,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pylon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fluxion,
The Fugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Amazonics,
MC5,
Magazine,
Model 500,
The Fortunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
Toni Rubio,
The Offenders,
FM Einheit,
CMW,
Guru Guru,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Index,
Ossler,
The Grass Roots,
Aural Exciters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Agitation Free,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
Moss Icon,
Oneida,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.