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 Portugal 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Model 500 to the rap 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Motions,
Barrington Levy,
Roxy Music,
Cymande,
Ituana,
EPMD,
Organ,
Chris Corsano,
Aaron Thompson,
Pagans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blancmange,
Duran Duran,
MDC,
Alphaville,
Shoche,
China Crisis,
Silicon Teens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Agitation Free,
The Cramps,
Monolake,
the Germs,
Motorama,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Half Japanese,
Terry Callier,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick Morgan,
Magazine,
DNA,
Darondo,
Goldenarms,
Hasil Adkins,
The Move,
Ronnie Foster,
Kas Product,
Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Das Ding,
Fad Gadget,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
The Standells,
UT,
Warren Ellis,
The Gun Club,
June of 44,
Spandau Ballet,
Toni Rubio,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.