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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Fatback Band,
Quantec,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Teasers,
The Smoke,
The Birthday Party,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Pus,
The Motions,
Kurtis Blow,
Mark Hollis,
Alton Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magazine,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
Rufus Thomas,
Infiniti,
Loose Ends,
Rod Modell,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Foxx,
Scan 7,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barbara Tucker,
MC5,
Circle Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
Little Man,
Grauzone,
The Pretty Things,
Minnie Riperton,
Eve St. Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Fela Kuti,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Saints,
Smog,
X-101,
Gang Gang Dance,
Parry Music,
China Crisis,
Lungfish,
Motorama,
Funky Four + One,
The Neon Judgement,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Enemy,
Fad Gadget,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.