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 Netherlands and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the disco 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
Ken Boothe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Surgeon,
The Martian,
AZ,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Style,
Stockholm Monsters,
FM Einheit,
Gabor Szabo,
Rotary Connection,
The Leaves,
Crime,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Y Pants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Supertramp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris & Cosey,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
Malaria!,
Lalann,
Nation of Ulysses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Green,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gun Club,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unwound,
Maurizio,
Cecil Taylor,
Warren Ellis,
The Evens,
New Age Steppers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
Loose Ends,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reagan Youth,
China Crisis,
Crooked Eye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monochrome Set,
Charles Mingus,
UT,
Boz Scaggs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.