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 Angola and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 The Offenders to the disco 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Monks,
DNA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
Icehouse,
Von Mondo,
Cheater Slicks,
H. Thieme,
Sight & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Leaves,
Joy Division,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Move,
Thee Headcoats,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
Wolf Eyes,
Alice Coltrane,
X-102,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Starr,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Mills,
U.S. Maple,
Ten City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Copeland,
The United States of America,
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Swans,
Lindisfarne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Qualms,
Procol Harum,
The Barracudas,
Nils Olav,
Unrelated Segments,
Oblivians,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Yazoo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Steve Hackett,
Radio Birdman,
Albert Ayler,
The Five Americans,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.