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 Korea South and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smiths to the techno 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
Silicon Teens,
T. Rex,
The Happenings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
The Residents,
Talk Talk,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Be Bop Deluxe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Clear Light,
Anthony Braxton,
the Swans,
Skriet,
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
The Buckinghams,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Christie,
Goldenarms,
Hoover,
Urselle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gichy Dan,
Lindisfarne,
Unwound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
Eddi Front,
Marvin Gaye,
This Heat,
Whodini,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Angels of Light,
The Fortunes,
Popol Vuh,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispian St. Peters,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
The Wake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy Collins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amazonics,
Tommy Roe,
Swell Maps,
Aswad,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.