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 Congo and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grime 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Howard Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Average White Band,
The Gap Band,
Max Romeo,
Derrick May,
Rekid,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Leonard Cohen,
Fugazi,
The Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Accadde A,
JFA,
Dave Gahan,
Newcleus,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maurizio,
The Kinks,
Pulsallama,
kango's stein massive,
Essential Logic,
Massinfluence,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Adolescents,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
Isaac Hayes,
Pole,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sandy B,
Stiv Bators,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
The Divine Comedy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Finger,
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak,
Camberwell Now,
The Birthday Party,
Fear,
Siglo XX,
The Walker Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.