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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kayak to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Barracudas,
New York Dolls,
Joe Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
The Real Kids,
The Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pussy Galore,
Malaria!,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Wells,
Technova,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hardrive,
Reagan Youth,
Prince Buster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Icehouse,
H. Thieme,
Tears for Fears,
Pharoah Sanders,
JFA,
Bobby Byrd,
Crime,
Harpers Bizarre,
OOIOO,
Dark Day,
the Normal,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül,
The Vogues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Rundgren,
The Star Department,
Pantytec,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma,
Morten Harket,
Ohio Players,
AZ,
MDC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Outsiders,
Zero Boys,
The Mummies,
The Saints,
Blake Baxter,
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.