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 Albania and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Nas to the rap 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
Wings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anakelly,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Dave Gahan,
F. McDonald,
Pantaleimon,
Deakin,
Funkadelic,
Dark Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Severed Heads,
Ken Boothe,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
Don Cherry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rod Modell,
Eurythmics,
The Evens,
Isaac Hayes,
Bronski Beat,
Erasure,
Radio Birdman,
Mandrill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Real Kids,
the Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Clear Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Duran Duran,
Saccharine Trust,
Marine Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The American Breed,
Liliput,
The Gap Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Danielle Patucci,
Lakeside,
Babytalk,
Camouflage,
Camberwell Now,
B.T. Express,
Pylon,
Massinfluence,
Sugar Minott,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.