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 Botswana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 AZ to the dance 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
One Last Wish,
Fear,
Camouflage,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare,
Arcadia,
Hot Snakes,
Japan,
David Bowie,
Schoolly D,
Deadbeat,
Skarface,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy Collins,
June Days,
Minnie Riperton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eurythmics,
Mantronix,
FM Einheit,
Flash Fearless,
Mr. Review,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dark Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Swell Maps,
The Move,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minor Threat,
Funky Four + One,
John Lydon,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Altered Images,
Maleditus Sound,
Minny Pops,
Subhumans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
Nas,
the Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
The Index,
Fluxion,
Easy Going,
kango's stein massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Letta Mbulu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Flag,
Nik Kershaw,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.