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 Morocco and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Drexciya to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Qualms,
Technova,
Malaria!,
OOIOO,
Funkadelic,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Maleditus Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
The Wake,
Yusef Lateef,
Joyce Sims,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Wells,
Siglo XX,
Soft Machine,
Average White Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultravox,
Niagra,
Angry Samoans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
X-102,
Wally Richardson,
New York Dolls,
MC5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
This Heat,
Black Flag,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quadrant,
Japan,
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario,
Whodini,
Sister Nancy,
Yaz,
Shuggie Otis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
Dennis Brown,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
The Grass Roots,
Skaos,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Kenny Larkin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.