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 Fiji and from Halifax.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Searchers to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
Bluetip,
Agent Orange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Babytalk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs,
Talk Talk,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Radio Birdman,
Janne Schatter,
Sun City Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brand Nubian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
Sällskapet,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Stooges,
The Blackbyrds,
Cymande,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronnie Foster,
Boredoms,
The New Christs,
Fat Boys,
Interpol,
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Association,
Eric B and Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs,
The Young Rascals,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiohead,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Underground Resistance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scientists,
Subhumans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Wally Richardson,
Alton Ellis,
Pantytec,
Crash Course in Science,
Eden Ahbez,
Erykah Badu,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.