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 Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
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 mellotron 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 Nirvana to the techno 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Janne Schatter,
Joensuu 1685,
Scratch Acid,
Grauzone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cameo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Malaria!,
Suburban Knight,
The Gap Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
cv313,
The Real Kids,
Negative Approach,
Kurtis Blow,
Cluster,
The Gladiators,
Cymande,
The Skatalites,
Fatback Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Jandek,
Visage,
Little Man,
Minnie Riperton,
a-ha,
The Count Five,
The Young Rascals,
The Residents,
Scientists,
Bill Wells,
Subhumans,
Slick Rick,
Japan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Thee Headcoats,
U.S. Maple,
The Offenders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deakin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Selecter,
Marvin Gaye,
Fad Gadget,
Eve St. Jones,
Angry Samoans,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.