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 Albania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Altered Images to the punk 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Juan Atkins,
Bronski Beat,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ponytail,
Marine Girls,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
Chris & Cosey,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Angels of Light,
The Human League,
John Holt,
The Dead C,
cv313,
Mad Mike,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
The Alarm Clocks,
Half Japanese,
Royal Trux,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dark Day,
Procol Harum,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Mo-Dettes,
Deadbeat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mummies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-102,
H. Thieme,
The Victims,
Chrome,
Lower 48,
Charles Mingus,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Names,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
Boredoms,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.