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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Roy Ayers to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wings,
Derrick May,
Lungfish,
Hardrive,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Age Steppers,
New Order,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Pere Ubu,
Isaac Hayes,
The Selecter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Al Stewart,
Lou Christie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
B.T. Express,
Talk Talk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
UT,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
Deakin,
The Offenders,
The Trojans,
The Modern Lovers,
48th St. Collective,
Siglo XX,
Country Teasers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun City Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
The Cramps,
Robert Hood,
Dennis Brown,
Oneida,
Cameo,
F. McDonald,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
The Pop Group,
Carl Craig,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiohead,
The Motions,
Main Source,
a-ha,
Eli Mardock,
Underground Resistance,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.