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 Bahrain and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Y Pants to the techno 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yellowson,
Arcadia,
This Heat,
Godley & Creme,
The Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Don Cherry,
Ossler,
Boredoms,
the Association,
Desert Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Green,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
David Bowie,
Boz Scaggs,
Main Source,
JFA,
Dave Gahan,
Lightning Bolt,
Eli Mardock,
Ludus,
Alice Coltrane,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Durutti Column,
Spoonie Gee,
the Soft Cell,
Fear,
FM Einheit,
Procol Harum,
Dead Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
The Barracudas,
The Standells,
ABBA,
David Axelrod,
Lou Christie,
New York Dolls,
Cluster,
Terry Callier,
Minor Threat,
Technova,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Roxette,
Moebius,
World's Most,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Order,
Lyres,
The Gories,
Barclay James Harvest,
June Days,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.