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 Hungary and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spandau Ballet to the jazz 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Surgeon,
Hasil Adkins,
Mission of Burma,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
Skarface,
Moebius,
Bill Near,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donald Byrd,
The Doors,
The Zeros,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fugs,
The Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül,
Tommy Roe,
Ossler,
Livin' Joy,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalann,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lindisfarne,
Soul II Soul,
Essential Logic,
Peter and Kerry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nils Olav,
Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Funkadelic,
The Raincoats,
Jandek,
Bluetip,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Technova,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
E-Dancer,
Faust,
MC5,
Graham Central Station,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roger Hodgson,
X-Ray Spex,
Josef K,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.