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 Nauru 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers to the crunk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sparks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Walker Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lower 48,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Sneak,
Procol Harum,
The Gladiators,
Minny Pops,
The Zeros,
Niagra,
B.T. Express,
Ituana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Idris Muhammad,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Television,
Sällskapet,
Buzzcocks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Leonard Cohen,
David Axelrod,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Starr,
The Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Boogie Down Productions,
PIL,
Derrick Morgan,
Section 25,
Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
The Wake,
Jeff Mills,
The Selecter,
New Order,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
Scratch Acid,
the Germs,
Black Bananas,
Barrington Levy,
The Victims,
The Evens,
Second Layer,
X-101,
David McCallum,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Das Ding,
Shoche,
Josef K,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.