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 Angola and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Faraquet,
Pantaleimon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mojo Men,
Jacques Brel,
Thompson Twins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Carl Craig,
Babytalk,
David McCallum,
Sight & Sound,
H. Thieme,
The Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Television,
The Trojans,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Monolake,
Radio Birdman,
Buzzcocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Newcleus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
The Flesh Eaters,
Goldenarms,
Soulsonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerri Chandler,
Isaac Hayes,
The Motions,
The Happenings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Iggy Pop,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
Underground Resistance,
June of 44,
Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camouflage,
Mad Mike,
Camberwell Now,
Make Up,
MDC,
Eli Mardock,
The Monochrome Set,
Magazine,
the Germs,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.