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 Kenya and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 The Fall to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry's Kids,
Whodini,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
PIL,
Adolescents,
MC5,
Popol Vuh,
Susan Cadogan,
Rites of Spring,
Arthur Verocai,
Lungfish,
the Germs,
Bob Dylan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Section 25,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pussy Galore,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Don Cherry,
D'Angelo,
Depeche Mode,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Janne Schatter,
Spandau Ballet,
The Busters,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skarface,
Fugazi,
Average White Band,
Subhumans,
Tears for Fears,
Qualms,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blancmange,
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Swans,
Fat Boys,
Stetsasonic,
The Standells,
Gang Green,
Jeff Mills,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
Dave Gahan,
The Index,
Howard Jones,
The Trojans,
Make Up,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.