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 Spain and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Public Enemy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Blues Magoos,
Arab on Radar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reuben Wilson,
Bob Dylan,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül II,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren,
Banda Bassotti,
Hoover,
The Evens,
Freddie Wadling,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Seeds,
Scrapy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronnie Foster,
the Bar-Kays,
Simply Red,
Urselle,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings,
Guru Guru,
Agent Orange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Porter Ricks,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick May,
Joyce Sims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Wells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Leonard Cohen,
T. Rex,
Sex Pistols,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doors,
Fugazi,
Tropical Tobacco,
Schoolly D,
Outsiders,
Second Layer,
Au Pairs,
ABC,
the Human League,
Newcleus,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.