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 New Zealand and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Circle Jerks to the techno 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang of Four,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slackers,
The Fuzztones,
Angry Samoans,
The Moody Blues,
Popol Vuh,
In Retrospect,
CMW,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Near,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacques Brel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Quantec,
Freddie Wadling,
Guru Guru,
Hasil Adkins,
Joy Division,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Duran Duran,
Cameo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
Brick,
Black Sheep,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dead C,
Pulsallama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scan 7,
Sister Nancy,
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection,
Excepter,
The Associates,
The Stooges,
Judy Mowatt,
John Holt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blancmange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mad Mike,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Technova,
Reuben Wilson,
Sight & Sound,
Q65,
Thee Headcoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.