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 Angola and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sisters of Mercy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Joey Negro,
Pussy Galore,
Archie Shepp,
The Associates,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blake Baxter,
Panda Bear,
Scientists,
Rosa Yemen,
Zero Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Pus,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
Eli Mardock,
The Star Department,
The Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Dennis Brown,
Eurythmics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Popol Vuh,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Model 500,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultra Naté,
Moby Grape,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
New Order,
Monks,
The Count Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
The Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
The Happenings,
Mission of Burma,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
L. Decosne,
The Monochrome Set,
These Immortal Souls,
Cameo,
The Names,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.