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 Romania and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Kerrie Biddell to the dance 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Hill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Hood,
Scientists,
Bootsy Collins,
Howard Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Buckinghams,
The Tremeloes,
Nirvana,
Symarip,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
June of 44,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic,
Slave,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gladiators,
Brothers Johnson,
Danielle Patucci,
Iggy Pop,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T. Rex,
Black Sheep,
Liliput,
These Immortal Souls,
Sällskapet,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Saccharine Trust,
The Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
the Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Lyres,
Mo-Dettes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Scrapy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
Kas Product,
Urselle,
Sun City Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Don Cherry,
Animal Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.