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 Paraguay and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Soul Sonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Chris Corsano,
Angry Samoans,
Agitation Free,
Black Bananas,
Little Man,
Zapp,
Massinfluence,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gap Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Mars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aaron Thompson,
The Searchers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young,
The Walker Brothers,
Nirvana,
The Music Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
This Heat,
Danielle Patucci,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Idris Muhammad,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crooked Eye,
Oneida,
Cybotron,
Aswad,
Rufus Thomas,
Sixth Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick Morgan,
Letta Mbulu,
CMW,
Franke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maurizio,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
Jimmy McGriff,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.