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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
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 Lou Reed 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nirvana,
Black Flag,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Angels of Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sugar Minott,
The Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos,
Spandau Ballet,
Cameo,
Boz Scaggs,
cv313,
Ronnie Foster,
Blake Baxter,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul II Soul,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Byrd,
The Kinks,
China Crisis,
Janne Schatter,
Chrome,
Shoche,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
Scratch Acid,
Eve St. Jones,
Graham Central Station,
X-102,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brick,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Axelrod,
The Associates,
Nils Olav,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül,
Henry Cow,
The Divine Comedy,
Mantronix,
Mission of Burma,
Porter Ricks,
The Evens,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.