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 Slovenia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Magazine to the grunge 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon,
Toni Rubio,
Joy Division,
Jeru the Damaja,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
Barbara Tucker,
Scratch Acid,
Funkadelic,
the Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Funky Four + One,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crime,
Visage,
Infiniti,
Symarip,
Graham Central Station,
A Certain Ratio,
Scion,
Public Enemy,
Can,
Bang On A Can,
Cal Tjader,
Guru Guru,
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks,
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Half Japanese,
Black Moon,
Andrew Hill,
K-Klass,
Thompson Twins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nik Kershaw,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
Simply Red,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
Sixth Finger,
Rakim,
the Sonics,
Cameo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Bourne,
Essential Logic,
Eddi Front,
Franke,
The Modern Lovers,
The Leaves,
Mad Mike,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.