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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the crunk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Robert Görl,
The Music Machine,
The Litter,
Deepchord,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gun Club,
Joey Negro,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barrington Levy,
Silicon Teens,
the Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Franke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Real Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
Pylon,
Bluetip,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Massinfluence,
Audionom,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash,
FM Einheit,
Man Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Los Fastidios,
The Count Five,
X-Ray Spex,
The Beau Brummels,
R.M.O.,
Soulsonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
Pagans,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt,
Guru Guru,
Junior Murvin,
Gong,
The Moody Blues,
The Cramps,
Cymande,
Depeche Mode,
The Raincoats,
Infiniti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joensuu 1685,
Negative Approach,
Wire,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.