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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sight & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Seeds,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II,
The Associates,
Liliput,
Altered Images,
Simply Red,
Morten Harket,
Max Romeo,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Hood,
Bronski Beat,
Kas Product,
Surgeon,
48th St. Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cluster,
Ludus,
X-101,
Sex Pistols,
Blancmange,
World's Most,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
Crash Course in Science,
The Golliwogs,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
Ohio Players,
Circle Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
the Normal,
Lakeside,
John Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Sight & Sound,
Das Ding,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxette,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Techniques,
Babytalk,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Red Krayola,
Camouflage,
The Cowsills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magazine,
Technova,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott Heron,
Albert Ayler,
The Invisible,
CMW,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.