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 Tajikistan and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arcadia to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Beau Brummels,
Second Layer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-102,
The Sound,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
Khruangbin,
Shoche,
Eden Ahbez,
Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arthur Verocai,
Goldenarms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cowsills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Certain Ratio,
Flipper,
Model 500,
Excepter,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Mills,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cramps,
KRS-One,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nico,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kayak,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cymande,
Minny Pops,
The Doors,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
AZ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
E-Dancer,
Fear,
Zapp,
the Soft Cell,
Sparks,
UT,
DJ Sneak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.