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 China and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
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 synthesizer 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 CMW to the jazz 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sonics,
The Mummies,
The Selecter,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Organ,
Clear Light,
Crooked Eye,
Marine Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry's Kids,
Desert Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Infiniti,
Mr. Review,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
These Immortal Souls,
Fatback Band,
Trumans Water,
Al Stewart,
Angry Samoans,
Main Source,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zapp,
U.S. Maple,
John Lydon,
The Skatalites,
The American Breed,
The Five Americans,
Television Personalities,
Peter and Kerry,
New Order,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Wasted Youth,
World's Most,
Negative Approach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Qualms,
R.M.O.,
Soft Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul II Soul,
ABBA,
the Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siglo XX,
The United States of America,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.