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 Korea North and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dead Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
The Offenders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lebanon Hanover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Cell,
Japan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Skatalites,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Connie Case,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
Main Source,
The Fall,
Section 25,
Schoolly D,
D'Angelo,
Blancmange,
The Divine Comedy,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Certain Ratio,
Deakin,
Warren Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Half Japanese,
The Cure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harry Pussy,
John Holt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stiv Bators,
L. Decosne,
David Axelrod,
Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Inner City,
Avey Tare,
Oblivians,
The Dead C,
Livin' Joy,
Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Essential Logic,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter and Kerry,
Saccharine Trust,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.