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 Uzbekistan and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
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 theremin 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 Bobby Womack 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Audionom,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Style,
Minny Pops,
Faust,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Evens,
Thee Headcoats,
Banda Bassotti,
The Techniques,
Ornette Coleman,
David Bowie,
The Mummies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pretty Things,
U.S. Maple,
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
Urselle,
Althea and Donna,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dead Boys,
Average White Band,
Rakim,
Rekid,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Copeland,
JFA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Idris Muhammad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Almond,
Drive Like Jehu,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Modern Lovers,
Scientists,
Gichy Dan,
The Saints,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doors,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Circle Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Loose Ends,
Von Mondo,
EPMD,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monks,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.