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 Philippines and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '70s.
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 Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
LL Cool J,
Half Japanese,
The Real Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Moebius,
Easy Going,
the Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Monolake,
Model 500,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wire,
Section 25,
The Vogues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale,
New York Dolls,
The Modern Lovers,
Lightning Bolt,
Isaac Hayes,
Goldenarms,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pretty Things,
Hasil Adkins,
Pulsallama,
The Monochrome Set,
Unwound,
Wings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Lydon,
Wolf Eyes,
UT,
Mad Mike,
K-Klass,
cv313,
Glenn Branca,
Bob Dylan,
Dave Gahan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Lynne,
Kenny Larkin,
Agent Orange,
Simply Red,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers,
Country Teasers,
Sarah Menescal,
Panda Bear,
The Saints,
Magma,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
Fad Gadget,
AZ,
Suburban Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Moon,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.