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 Venezuela and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pole to the crunk 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Deepchord,
H. Thieme,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
La Düsseldorf,
David Bowie,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
The Associates,
Fugazi,
Joe Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter,
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Graham Central Station,
Neu!,
48th St. Collective,
Outsiders,
Chris & Cosey,
Alphaville,
Rapeman,
Dave Gahan,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skarface,
Monolake,
Bauhaus,
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
Pantytec,
Dawn Penn,
Pagans,
Liliput,
MDC,
X-102,
Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ohio Players,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
Tubeway Army,
Whodini,
Ralphi Rosario,
Steve Hackett,
The Skatalites,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.