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 Papua New Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Gang of Four to the rap 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Slits,
Scrapy,
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quando Quango,
Scratch Acid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Make Up,
Bluetip,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mo-Dettes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
Suburban Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Clarke,
The Angels of Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moebius,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joy Division,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aloha Tigers,
Freddie Wadling,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Görl,
Desert Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Whodini,
The Doors,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
Loose Ends,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronan,
MDC,
Roger Hodgson,
Bob Dylan,
Negative Approach,
Tears for Fears,
The Doobie Brothers,
Al Stewart,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lyres,
Unrelated Segments,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q and Not U,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dave Gahan,
The Music Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.