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 China and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
The Gladiators,
Altered Images,
Subhumans,
The Young Rascals,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bluetip,
Con Funk Shun,
Massinfluence,
Oneida,
Ponytail,
Model 500,
Spoonie Gee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dave Gahan,
The United States of America,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronnie Foster,
Tears for Fears,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Barracudas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scrapy,
Rufus Thomas,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wally Richardson,
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
Ronan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Detroit Cobras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Metal Thangz,
Gong,
Sun Ra,
The Durutti Column,
The Buckinghams,
L. Decosne,
Franke,
Suicide,
The Dead C,
Susan Cadogan,
Crooked Eye,
The Black Dice,
UT,
Howard Jones,
Henry Cow,
Duran Duran,
Soft Machine,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
OOIOO,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.