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 Germany and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Skarface to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pulsallama,
T. Rex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
Harmonia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young,
Pylon,
Niagra,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
Scrapy,
Terry Callier,
Josef K,
Tommy Roe,
The Monks,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tears for Fears,
Flipper,
Sixth Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Mr. Review,
Das Ding,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter and Kerry,
Davy DMX,
Deadbeat,
Brothers Johnson,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
The Happenings,
Echospace,
Main Source,
Easy Going,
Amazonics,
In Retrospect,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
a-ha,
Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Absolute Body Control,
X-Ray Spex,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
Underground Resistance,
Erasure,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smoke,
Visage,
Panda Bear,
Alice Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.