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 Nepal and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Detroit Cobras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerri Chandler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
La Düsseldorf,
The Searchers,
The Smoke,
Roxette,
Blossom Toes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick Morgan,
Ken Boothe,
Camouflage,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arab on Radar,
Pussy Galore,
Von Mondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Outsiders,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cramps,
The Stooges,
Soul II Soul,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hot Snakes,
Wings,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Style,
Ohio Players,
The Leaves,
The Barracudas,
Delta 5,
The Pop Group,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Durutti Column,
Archie Shepp,
Television,
Niagra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
B.T. Express,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
R.M.O.,
The Dead C,
The Mojo Men,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.