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 Brazil and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blues Magoos to the dance 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Inner City,
Massinfluence,
Donny Hathaway,
Drexciya,
the Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Associates,
Michelle Simonal,
Youth Brigade,
Dead Boys,
Urselle,
Neil Young,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rod Modell,
Sun City Girls,
Dave Gahan,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eddi Front,
X-102,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slackers,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxy Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Magazine,
Maleditus Sound,
Bush Tetras,
China Crisis,
The Human League,
Cameo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Sheep,
Make Up,
Rekid,
Cecil Taylor,
Minny Pops,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacques Brel,
Grauzone,
The Gun Club,
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
Ice-T,
Shoche,
L. Decosne,
Los Fastidios,
In Retrospect,
the Association,
Thompson Twins,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Hood,
LL Cool J,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Lynne,
Morten Harket,
John Foxx,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.