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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Grass Roots 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Connie Case,
The Cramps,
EPMD,
Barry Ungar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Janne Schatter,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Cell,
DNA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lucky Dragons,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fluxion,
KRS-One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Sällskapet,
Mandrill,
The Zeros,
Pere Ubu,
Symarip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Desert Stars,
World's Most,
Barrington Levy,
X-102,
Moebius,
Lungfish,
Soft Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sam Rivers,
Ponytail,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
The Move,
Magma,
Leonard Cohen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Modern Lovers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Angels of Light,
Skriet,
The Birthday Party,
The Smiths,
Television Personalities,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Thee Headcoats,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
Sugar Minott,
Jacques Brel,
Japan,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.