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 Senegal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 MC5 to the techno 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
The Martian,
Ituana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantytec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gladiators,
The Mojo Men,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick May,
Banda Bassotti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man,
The Sound,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Victims,
Yusef Lateef,
Pole,
Supertramp,
World's Most,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eddi Front,
K-Klass,
Theoretical Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
The Stooges,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Outsiders,
Symarip,
Nas,
Roxy Music,
Tears for Fears,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Smog,
Eurythmics,
The Vogues,
Visage,
Los Fastidios,
The Detroit Cobras,
Y Pants,
Patti Smith,
Sparks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spandau Ballet,
Bob Dylan,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masters at Work,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.