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 Guinea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Stockholm Monsters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiohead,
Moss Icon,
X-102,
Patti Smith,
Hashim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maleditus Sound,
Fatback Band,
H. Thieme,
Dark Day,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Beau Brummels,
Pagans,
LL Cool J,
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rekid,
The Zeros,
The American Breed,
Neu!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Circle Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
Eurythmics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DNA,
The Standells,
Joy Division,
Colin Newman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
Crash Course in Science,
Simply Red,
The New Christs,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Move,
The Selecter,
Black Sheep,
Inner City,
Swell Maps,
the Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultra Naté,
Buzzcocks,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.