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 Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Banda Bassotti to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sherman. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Tubeway Army,
The Smiths,
The Last Poets,
Television Personalities,
Wire,
Von Mondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Oneida,
The Techniques,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Davy DMX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nils Olav,
MC5,
The Busters,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Trumans Water,
Brass Construction,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Steve Hackett,
Procol Harum,
Chris & Cosey,
Prince Buster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gladiators,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
The United States of America,
Marine Girls,
Pantytec,
Freddie Wadling,
Erasure,
The Fall,
Main Source,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dead C,
Maleditus Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Khruangbin,
The Gories,
Charles Mingus,
The Grass Roots,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
La Düsseldorf,
Skarface,
Inner City,
Hasil Adkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
June Days,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.