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 Seychelles and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Japan to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Finger,
Robert Hood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone,
The Fuzztones,
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
Spoonie Gee,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mad Mike,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
CMW,
Excepter,
Howard Jones,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Raincoats,
Gichy Dan,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
Monks,
K-Klass,
Sparks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Sneak,
Buzzcocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scan 7,
Tommy Roe,
EPMD,
The Gap Band,
Talk Talk,
Cluster,
Neu!,
Cybotron,
The Standells,
Marmalade,
One Last Wish,
The Birthday Party,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
This Heat,
Nils Olav,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Adolescents,
Severed Heads,
The Associates,
Mandrill,
Ten City,
Boredoms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Steve Hackett,
Lightning Bolt,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.