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 Sweden and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
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 güiro 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 The Stooges to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
D'Angelo,
Dennis Brown,
The Young Rascals,
Crooked Eye,
Q65,
The Moleskins,
Maurizio,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q and Not U,
Roxy Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sister Nancy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brick,
The Star Department,
Ornette Coleman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fortunes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
Severed Heads,
Kayak,
Rites of Spring,
Minny Pops,
Wire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monolake,
Babytalk,
Charles Mingus,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Evens,
Wally Richardson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Index,
Joey Negro,
Erykah Badu,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Technova,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mummies,
The Stooges,
Bootsy Collins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley,
Angry Samoans,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.