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 Lithuania and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 MC5 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves 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?
Minutemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Altered Images,
Kaleidoscope,
Letta Mbulu,
Byron Stingily,
New York Dolls,
The Standells,
Adolescents,
U.S. Maple,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül,
ABBA,
The Techniques,
The Gories,
Second Layer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Martian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amazonics,
Sonic Youth,
The Toasters,
Gabor Szabo,
Scratch Acid,
The Motions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Schoolly D,
Boz Scaggs,
Echospace,
Icehouse,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Lynne,
New Age Steppers,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Duran Duran,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Görl,
Deadbeat,
Henry Cow,
The Durutti Column,
T.S.O.L.,
Ice-T,
Guru Guru,
the Association,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Raincoats,
Inner City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.