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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Associates to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
Swell Maps,
Heaven 17,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
New Age Steppers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Gang Starr,
The Cramps,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
T.S.O.L.,
Sixth Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Dual Sessions,
Blossom Toes,
the Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
Erykah Badu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liliput,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
Todd Rundgren,
Altered Images,
Dave Gahan,
Sam Rivers,
Sight & Sound,
Patti Smith,
The Fall,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Quando Quango,
Jawbox,
Andrew Hill,
Scan 7,
The Kinks,
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers,
Wire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronnie Foster,
These Immortal Souls,
Terry Callier,
Joe Smooth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.