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 Montenegro and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Kas Product to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Howard Jones,
Schoolly D,
Eve St. Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Scratch Acid,
Slave,
F. McDonald,
Popol Vuh,
Young Marble Giants,
Scientists,
Outsiders,
Stiv Bators,
Malaria!,
Country Teasers,
Livin' Joy,
R.M.O.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Searchers,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry's Kids,
Chrome,
Inner City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Beau Brummels,
Gong,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ludus,
Ralphi Rosario,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Raincoats,
Ituana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Zeros,
The Gun Club,
Theoretical Girls,
Sällskapet,
Nas,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Piero Umiliani,
Altered Images,
Charles Mingus,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantytec,
Eddi Front,
Delta 5,
Shoche,
Josef K,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick Morgan,
Suicide,
The Pop Group,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nico,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.