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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Talk Talk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Detroit Cobras,
The Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yazoo,
AZ,
Rekid,
Little Man,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABC,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Count Five,
Rites of Spring,
Yusef Lateef,
Spoonie Gee,
Minnie Riperton,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Icehouse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Bowie,
Kayak,
Kerri Chandler,
Saccharine Trust,
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Rundgren,
Warsaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Fatback Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Letta Mbulu,
Babytalk,
Carl Craig,
the Slits,
Donald Byrd,
a-ha,
Groovy Waters,
Flipper,
Wally Richardson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Invisible,
In Retrospect,
Camberwell Now,
Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Deepchord,
Radiohead,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.