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 Jamaica 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Royal Trux to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Robert Wyatt,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
Mad Mike,
Tres Demented,
Wings,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Royal Trux,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Infiniti,
Ice-T,
Cluster,
The Blues Magoos,
John Holt,
Joe Smooth,
The Selecter,
Nico,
The Pop Group,
Scion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liliput,
Deepchord,
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion,
Sight & Sound,
Ponytail,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
The Stooges,
Chris Corsano,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mission of Burma,
Donald Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Lower 48,
The Fugs,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
The Last Poets,
Simply Red,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine,
Accadde A,
Throbbing Gristle,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.