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 Bulgaria 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 June Days to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alphaville,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Nick Fraelich,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
Carl Craig,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swans,
Lou Reed,
Fat Boys,
Blancmange,
Barbara Tucker,
Qualms,
Sex Pistols,
Panda Bear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Erasure,
Pantytec,
Lou Christie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gichy Dan,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
Excepter,
Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
The Angels of Light,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camberwell Now,
Blossom Toes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DNA,
Sparks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion,
Adolescents,
Sonic Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mr. Review,
The Red Krayola,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quantec,
Moebius,
Roger Hodgson,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.