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 Cambodia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Siglo XX to the crunk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang of Four,
Simply Red,
Leonard Cohen,
The Birthday Party,
Monks,
Agitation Free,
The Angels of Light,
Nico,
Henry Cow,
Mission of Burma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
Lyres,
Slave,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Darondo,
Juan Atkins,
Kayak,
Glenn Branca,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
Maurizio,
Jacob Miller,
Alton Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Franke,
Goldenarms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aaron Thompson,
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oneida,
Shoche,
A Certain Ratio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amazonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gap Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Searchers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scrapy,
Heaven 17,
Nirvana,
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes,
The Happenings,
The Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Pantytec,
MC5,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.