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 Cuba and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Q65 to the crunk 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
Smog,
Deepchord,
Technova,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Seeds,
The Toasters,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Qualms,
Alice Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
X-Ray Spex,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ludus,
Franke,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül,
Rotary Connection,
Suburban Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Sherman,
The Leaves,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skarface,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
The Beau Brummels,
Stereo Dub,
The Standells,
Barbara Tucker,
MDC,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker,
Average White Band,
Oneida,
Moebius,
the Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Loose Ends,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pulsallama,
Hardrive,
Byron Stingily,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABBA,
Marine Girls,
Parry Music,
Nas,
Boredoms,
Godley & Creme,
Das Ding,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.