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 Tajikistan and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 New York Dolls to the funk 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Sun City Girls,
Lyres,
Technova,
The Dirtbombs,
China Crisis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brass Construction,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Icehouse,
Wasted Youth,
Fugazi,
Pantytec,
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
Chrome,
Altered Images,
Scientists,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Clarke,
The Busters,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra,
Severed Heads,
The Smiths,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
The Evens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
Magma,
Can,
Neu!,
Maleditus Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Sheep,
Robert Hood,
Harmonia,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
Adolescents,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers,
June of 44,
John Lydon,
Liliput,
LL Cool J,
UT,
Dave Gahan,
The Barracudas,
the Human League,
Interpol,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.