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 Sudan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Pere Ubu to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Minny Pops,
Black Sheep,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q and Not U,
La Düsseldorf,
Joyce Sims,
Cymande,
Skriet,
T.S.O.L.,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dave Gahan,
U.S. Maple,
Subhumans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed,
Basic Channel,
Eric Copeland,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June of 44,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Japan,
Eve St. Jones,
Yellowson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Das Ding,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kas Product,
The Index,
Lalann,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pylon,
The Busters,
Marvin Gaye,
Rod Modell,
Y Pants,
Warren Ellis,
Public Enemy,
The Stooges,
cv313,
Curtis Mayfield,
Massinfluence,
Ornette Coleman,
Aloha Tigers,
Khruangbin,
10cc,
Bluetip,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
Yazoo,
Sixth Finger,
Marmalade,
The Wake,
Patti Smith,
Barry Ungar,
The Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick May,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zero Boys,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.