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 Korea South and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
Deakin,
Gang of Four,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Junior Murvin,
Brothers Johnson,
Funkadelic,
Nirvana,
Can,
Sex Pistols,
Con Funk Shun,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terry Callier,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlback,
New York Dolls,
Yellowson,
The Slits,
Pere Ubu,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Hill,
Maleditus Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ossler,
Derrick May,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Five Americans,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
Brick,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
X-102,
Flipper,
Ten City,
John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jawbox,
The Moleskins,
Lindisfarne,
Skaos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Groovy Waters,
48th St. Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Selecter,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.