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 Grenada and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Cameo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
AZ,
Funky Four + One,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pulsallama,
June Days,
Icehouse,
Malaria!,
Moby Grape,
The Misunderstood,
Depeche Mode,
Pharoah Sanders,
Howard Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Second Layer,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Hood,
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
The Cure,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Wake,
the Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
FM Einheit,
The Litter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Urselle,
Whodini,
CMW,
Stiv Bators,
Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Severed Heads,
Black Pus,
Skarface,
The Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sight & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Audionom,
Grey Daturas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
Chrome,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
Ossler,
Neu!,
Nik Kershaw,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.