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 Dominica and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Agitation Free to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Birthday Party,
New York Dolls,
The Walker Brothers,
Little Man,
the Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Peter & Gordon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Real Kids,
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Style,
Robert Görl,
Fad Gadget,
CMW,
The Moleskins,
Pulsallama,
The Fall,
Absolute Body Control,
Dual Sessions,
L. Decosne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Quantec,
Boz Scaggs,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül II,
Brick,
Crash Course in Science,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smiths,
Quando Quango,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
The Skatalites,
Colin Newman,
The Associates,
Eve St. Jones,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cure,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Raincoats,
Rites of Spring,
Guru Guru,
Stereo Dub,
The Selecter,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.