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 Thailand and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fad Gadget to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kayak,
Amon Düül,
The Motions,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers,
The Blackbyrds,
Trumans Water,
The Toasters,
Depeche Mode,
Model 500,
Dual Sessions,
MDC,
Drexciya,
Robert Görl,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
Little Man,
Fugazi,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oblivians,
Smog,
Peter & Gordon,
Godley & Creme,
David McCallum,
Joensuu 1685,
Japan,
Gang Starr,
Howard Jones,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-102,
Babytalk,
Hoover,
Outsiders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slick Rick,
The Cure,
The Standells,
The Gap Band,
Moby Grape,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
Section 25,
Barclay James Harvest,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Audionom,
H. Thieme,
The Mummies,
Q65,
Radio Birdman,
The Zeros,
Zapp,
Magma,
E-Dancer,
The Wake,
Porter Ricks,
Brick,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.