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 United States and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 MDC to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Yaz,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims,
Parry Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Section 25,
Con Funk Shun,
Nik Kershaw,
Tom Boy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Zeros,
Soul Sonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Invisible,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agitation Free,
Ronan,
Andrew Hill,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
Youth Brigade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
The Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Q and Not U,
Sixth Finger,
Cameo,
Donny Hathaway,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Association,
Basic Channel,
Bauhaus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
E-Dancer,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Near,
Fad Gadget,
The Fuzztones,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Mills,
Supertramp,
Warren Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Yazoo,
Sun City Girls,
Unwound,
KRS-One,
Can,
the Sonics,
Nico,
The Velvet Underground,
Nirvana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wasted Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.