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 Tonga and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Chris & Cosey,
The United States of America,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Piero Umiliani,
Popol Vuh,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang On A Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Bob Dylan,
Sonic Youth,
Parry Music,
The Move,
Girls At Our Best!,
Carl Craig,
Byron Stingily,
Ossler,
The Beau Brummels,
Heaven 17,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aural Exciters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kayak,
DNA,
The J.B.'s,
Wally Richardson,
Deadbeat,
Derrick May,
ABC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers,
Yusef Lateef,
Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cybotron,
Janne Schatter,
Alphaville,
Bronski Beat,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Audionom,
Pylon,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fortunes,
The Smiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Subhumans,
Delta 5,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.